Alright, listen up.
No. I didn't appreciate the "gift," Mario. I certainly didn't appreciate you coming to my house when I wasn't home and putting things in my room while I was out. Talk about feeling violated, stalked, and a little creeped out. I didn't appreciate it in the same sense as I don't appreciate you talking to my mother about how you feel about our lack-of-friendship, or my dad for that matter.
If you want to act like a little frat-boy bitch and treat all the people around you like crap until they all leave, that's fine. What do I care. I chose not to associate with you anymore, and it's a choice I definitely don't regret and admire more and more whenever I hear people talk about you. You keep acting the same way you do, you keep doing the same things you do, I don't give a crap, just leave me out of it.
By the way: It would have been a classy, nicer gesture if instead of chicken and water and popcorn (which I really don't need), you would have brought my stuff back. You know. Naruto, the freeloader, Donkey Konga, my Gamecube controllers .. etc., etc.
Honestly? You're a pompous, arrogant jerk and you're going to drive everyone who's actually near the real you away real quick.
I'm not saying I'm perfect, but god. At least I know when to quit bugging people. Shut it already, unless you want to give back my stuff. And even then, just give it to someone to give to me. I'd much rather that.
Sorry. But the whole putting stuff in my room jazz. Wow. Talk about creeped out.