You wretched scrubs! One day you will all roll downhill and into the ocean. There the salt will evaporate you. I was about to say "Let me tell you a story" but in fact I can't think of any applicable stories and even if I had one I'd never waste it on the likes of you - actually I have just thought of one. When I was but a boy, my father and my creepy uncle took me fishing in our majestic local lake, which is poisonous and had no fish. I did not catch a single fish that day, and I never went fishing again. My creepy uncle said that I was a failure and that my grandfather was rolling in his grave (my grandfather had died the year earlier of spotted fever and strangulation of the wits); my father said nothing at all, as my father was a broken man who rarely spoke. When I was found boinking the stableboy he just sighed and plucked at his chest mournfully before keeling over and perishing with a high-pitched wail like that of a swan. Anyway,