What if Matt has not even told you about these letters that I am writing to you? What if you have no idea, even now, that I am plotting against your balls? Has anyone ever plotted against your balls before? I think not - so this situation is completely alien to you.
Sometimes I lay awake at night, imagining the look on your face (a face I have never seen) when I knock on your door.
KNOCK, KNOCK - Door opens RAJ:"Can I help you with something?" (spoken in undisclosed foreign accent, as I don't know where Raj is actaully from?) PAT: "I'm sorry" RAJ: ? PAT: (Wallop! - right in the balls) RAJ: "....?...." PAT: (Turns and walks away)
I'm sorry poor, Raj. Fate has dealt you a poor hand. Maybe you will rise to the occasion - and martyrdom will suit you.