...that there are people out there who do not like your humble host. I am shocked.
Some are women, who protest me, even as I doubtless make them squishy in the pants, to their horror and secret delight. But one must protest a filthy beast such as I, mustn't one? We have appearances to keep, and airs to put on, and remaining superior to others is a full-time job!
Some are doubtless 'men', who have tasted my glove as I spatted them with it. Using two gloves shows that you are really cross, and will doubtless soon involve the presence of Seconds, and a morning appointment in the park, under the tree.
I am such a jolly, happy fellow, tumbling and bumbling about in a carefree fashion, like a big floppy puppy, that it comes as a shock to me to encounter some villain that would steal my joy, slapping me on the nose, figuratively of course, with a rolled up newspaper.
It makes Bane make the Frowny Face, with perhaps the Moue of Annoyance, with a small Side of Sad.
I am nothing, if not a caring, sensitive sociopath.
Still, and I know this must astound you as much as it does me, there are people out there who despise your humble narrator.