Cracking my gum and calling you names like rodent, filthy loser. It is my pleasure. You may buy me nice clothes and boots, but I show my appreciation for you by stepping all over you. I don't give a rats ass about you, rodent! Your job is to make sure you stay out of the way of my car on the side of the road. That's right. If I saw you, I would run you right over. I wouldn't give someone like you the time of day. Sick of you, disgusting filthy rodent. And while you may get a peek here and there, I will decide IF and when I will show you something. I crack my gum and chew it, blow bubbles and talk bad to you. Let's have some fun. MY kind of fun. Loser...