My standards are high, not just for myself, but the people who crowd me. No longer will I allow the stench of the rotten illuminate the space near me, and you can fellate the guilt and swallow like a good whore if you dare to present some upper "higher moral" condescension upon this elitism.

You're right in your desire to fear me. I can break you both physically and emotionally, seduce your girlfriend, and suck all of your lifeforce enough to buy me a new luxury.
Fists up, bitch.