| Confrontation | Confrontation | Confrontation |
| Welcome to the Edge of Confrontation! I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Mr. Black. Since the beginning, our everlasting dilemma has been improved via the WWW. Slightly. Anyway, our confrontation will continue until the end of the days. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love...Et cetera. I beg your pardon for my obsessive emotionality, but Mr. White, he... we're here for so long time, and he has become completely insane. You know, the first words he told me were: "Let there be light". Well, you can see this monotonous white background. I was completely disappointed and had to create some black space for myself. And finally what has he got? He sits in the yellow cell and groans "I hate..." Heh. I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate...Peace. There is a wide space between our cells and no way in between. We're stuck. Our link, our chain is you. This is true. I have two options for you, dear Internet-surfer. First is default: leave us. Good bye and I love you I love you I love you I love you I love... | I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate...I'm White. Hello there. Anyway, living inside is not bad, after all. There are no hunters. No chickens too, I suppose. There is no perfect place in the Universe. Blacky awaits at the left. He likes confrontations. Stupid boy. Or girl? Dunno. I hate him, but we're stuck together for a long time. Screw the designer. Can you see me? I love you I love you I love you I love...Actually, you're the first to see this page. This is true. Nobody else can see. Blacky thinks I'm God. I can stand his thoughts, but his humor is completedly irresistible. He has created a piece of black at the left and named it The Hell. Blacky, I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate...You're the Key. The Fifth element, should I say? No. The Key. Break our chain. Please please. Please do it, honey, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love... | |
| I leave, Master | Yes, Honey |