"That stupid cow. working flat out to one-up the common enemy, the naturally gifted. School years with the hand up first with the "Oh oh's" and "me me's" and yes you will succseed for you cease to uderstand social interation and life as a whole you fukin bitch!"
Tangents like these were commonplace in Merv's idiom. he had a point, someof these goons would gauge you with their eyes, holding back the fork touge in fear of a good telling off. Pure hatred was in those eyes, the guarding glare of the superior intellect.