[Trying to be all suburban-ite] “Knock knock!” [Door slams] “OW!” [Still in pain] “I don't know if you know this but you actually shut my foot in the-” [Door slams again; Another shriek of pain] “Okay, it was on purpose, got it.”

[Now deadly serious] "There are two types of people in this world. Creators and parasites. You either make something - or produce something, their synonyms and I don't much care for your pedantic right now - or you leech off other people's honest work. Do you understand which you are? And do you understand which I proudly am?"

[As villainous as possible] “And here we stand again, side by side over a vast town full of those who needed to be organized. We organized them, remember that? Into neat little rows of neat little houses; gave them the basics so they wouldn't complain, and gave them all these fun little ways to pretend each one is better than the other. And it felt... it felt like a hollow shell of a home we left behind, didn't it?” [Pause, then resentfully] “Though, I could tell you were never fully convinced. You could have at least pretended, couldn't you? It would have made your now-short life much easier in the long run.”