I spit on my fans and egg houses and cause trouble all across America. And everybody thinks I'm awesome anyway! Hell, I'm not even an American citizen!
Sir, that just makes you an obnoxious douchebag.
The best thing is: no one will ever look past my macho bad-boy image and see a hurt, scared, raging homosexual trapped in a Gucci-lined closet.
Very good, sir! And will his majesty be having his next delusion immediately? Or will we be blessed with another round of pickle fucker at the usual burping and naptime?
