Six weeks ago, I was ordinary and pathetic. Just like you. Who am I now? Account manager?...

[last lines] Wesley: [voice-over] Six weeks ago, I was ordinary and pathetic. Just like you. Who am I now? Account manager? Assassin? Or just another tool that was mind-fucked into killing his father? I'm all of these, and I am none of these. Who am I now? [Wesley is shown to have apparently returned to his old job. He Googles his name, which returns no results] Wesley: This is not me fulfilling my destiny. This is not me following in my father's footsteps. This is definitely not me saving the world. [Sloan trains a gun to his head] Sloan: Still trying to figure out who you are? Wesley: This... is not me. [the man turns around; he isn't Wesley] Wesley: This is just a motherfucking decoy. [the decoy's eyes dart downwards, and Sloan realizes that he's standing on an "X" mark on the ground made from post-it notes] Sloan: Aw, fuck. [Sloan is suddenly killed by a headshot. The bullet's trajectory is shown in reverse, showing that it first passed through Barry's energy drink as he walks with Cathy, the hole in a donut Janice is eating, and several car windows before hitting him. The shooter is revealed to be Wesley, who fired the shot from a rifle in his father's house - miles away from Sloan's position] Wesley: This is me taking control... from Sloan, from the Fraternity, from Janice, from billing reports, from ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack-a'-shit best friends. This is me taking back control of my life! [addressing audience] Wesley: What the fuck have you done lately?