It is an interesting pastime of mine to screw with you, Sole. Screw with you in ways you can't even begin to figure out. No, not like the schoolyard bully who grinds sand into the deaf kid's cochlear transmitter. Or the fraternity brother who brutally hazes the chubby effeminate legacy to make him drop out. Nothing so sinister as any of that. Its more like lightly jabbing a caged snake with a long sewing needle repeatedly to watch him angrily dance about. Yea, it's like that, Sole.