Simple Simon wasted a lot of bandwidth to peck out:

"I wish to thank you all ..."

Damn, for a moment there I thought maybe you were going to say farewell,
fall on your sword, croak a swansong, or pull a Jax, do the honorable
thing, vanish. But, sigh, not a sliver of decency in that gnarled and
decrepit corpus ...

Judging by the photograph you supplied ... that Cliff Claven temple of
benighted narcissism won't last much longer anyway. Looks a bit sickly
from being confined within that tiny yellow plastic thing existing on
fantasy and federal cheese handouts.

Rick