I'm couple years younger than Null and back then lived in his neighborhood and so it happened that he ended up babysitting me.
After around a week he violated me with a butter knife. After suffering from mental anguish for years I wanted to start to attend therapy, only for the therapist being none other than Null who told me, "lol", and then "lmao".
I moved as far away as I could from this trauma - to Serbia, into a lightly bombed little house. I almost completely forgot about the things that happened, was being sweet on a local postwoman Jovanka. Things were good. One morning the doorbell rings, I open the door with a big smile on my face, expecting Jovanka, but it's Judas Connor Moon in all his satanic splendor ! " I wanted to return this butterknife to you and it was cheaper to walk over than to ship it" he said with evil behind his eyes.
He cackled as I cried, just like he has those many many years ago.