The new box.

Build up.
One leech can't suck your body dry, but fall into a pit of them...
Stare at the screen and hope you've done the right thing. You know you'll be thinking about it for a looooong time.
Five down... Two to go. Though, I think maybe you shamed yourself too much, and maybe there's only one left. But then, you might as well not see that one anymore, as not to cause further difficulties.
Empty. The box is now empty. You are alone, how does it feel?
Organized.
Clean.
Simple.
Easy.
Right, and it's far better from the messy, dirty, complicated and difficult box you fed off before, right?
Uncertain.
Do what you were going to do anyway, and just rebuild with less complex beings. Do it the easy way. Do it fir yourself, and fuck the world. Fuck your mission, it can wait if you're sooooo important!

P.s You are not my God. You are not my God. You are not my God. I am the only God I need, so don't get ahead of yourself, sugarman. Don't look down on me for not following YOUR plan, code by code. I'm on my own road. And for now, I'm taking a break. So quite simply, FUCK YOU.