I was going to say "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out", but I realized something more succinct was required for the infamous Necro, so:
If you must part ways with us , my searing savant, please know that deep in our hearts we really will miss your comments on ball-gags and nun-sex. But alas, all things must pass, and it has become obvious that "Mr Doolittle" has evolved from that nasty l'il Necro. Growth pains are difficult, and it is a rare and sublime moment when one can step up to the plate as you have done, and shout out for all to hear:
"I am human, I am growing, and sadly, I find myself, in the clutches of this growing pain, to look with honesty at the past online being that I m no more, and bid it fair adieu."
Brave, sensitive soul, you have come clean in my book, and I no longer resent you for all of the baseness you have shown in the past.
Be free, little bird.