It's scary to be here. At first I thought you people all had a common mission- like puncturing pomposity and stupidity and stuff like that. But now I see it's just the thrill of the kill. You will eat your own if any show a moment of weakness of some kind. It's like something. I'm not sure what. A movie or a book or a certain way of doing things or something. What is it like, james? You're good at this sort of thing. All's I can say is I hope you people never start in on me. I'll crumble. And I'm not kidding.