Shame, being called an "idiot" by you is like being called a "poet" by William Topaz McGonagall. In both cases it becomes a compliment because neither knows what their talking about. I'm sorry I disappoint you with my poetry because now I have to have you killed, and that always distresses me. Here's a picture of the guy who will do the "wet work" -- he was, of course, on another job when the picture was made. Don't worry though...you won't see him, but you will know it as your life slowly and painfully drains away.

Perhaps you should have listened to Mr. Blunder after all....hahahahaha!