one of my nostril hairs who are the puppet masters of the five richest families in the country ...uhhhh... ...ho, ho!... were digging away at the plastics. ...ha! Like I don't know that they... ...yeah, yeah, yeah... won't stop visiting me. ...what?... ...since the year dot.
You are no longer welcome here, nuisance. Why do you stay, when you sense my displeasure? I have suffered your company long enough... it is time for our dance to end.