Why don't I write something? I'm bored as hell, and I'm not going anywhere. The trouble is nothing's good enough. That vaulted imagination of mine draws a blank when the chips are down. It's a character thing. I just love to hate mayself. I'm evil you see. So I'm a good person hating an evil person. I can do it for hours.
"I hate you"
"You have no character"
"I was born that way"
"We need to know who to blame. Someone must be punished."