...but THIS degree of wankitude is way below what I I ever could imagine.

I'd roast you a bit, just out of principle and just because it's you, you pathetic little stain on the underwear of the universe... But no, with THAT utter lamitude, it's just beneath my dginity.

It's not as if I go out of my way to find small animals that are trapped for me to tread on, you know? If I want to step on a snail, at least I make it one that has a chance of "running" away.

(And it *certainly* isn't as if Peter needs the help!)