"What more do you want me to say?" I ask, "you gay son of a bitch. How about you quit wasting my time and go jerk off to pictures of my mom. You can't afford me - and, hypothetically speaking, even if you can, you just don't have the balls. In fact, I've got your balls, right here. Come and claim them back when you have a sec. In the meantime, leave me the fuck alone. I hate you. Thanks for nothing, fags."
Then, conveniently, it's bedtime.
Go to sleep, fuckers.
