Turncoat

The same old cheater

All gone

According to plans

Hats off

A cunning charade

Left all

Just none the wiser

No expecting hurdles

No spanners in the works

Just a foregone conclusions

Lo and behold!

You're the slave of the master

You are the game of the masterplan

You, a prey of delusion

You are the game of the master, master

Fucking bastard!

Safe move

Come out clean-handed

Blameless

Above suspicion

Scapegoat

A chosen culprit

Doubt-proof

The perfect swindle

The morals are no hindrance

With all the conscience gone

A mealy-mouthed conman

Round of applause!