You wish you had the power.
You're there to mop the floor of sewage (which again reminds us why you were such an odd choice!).
The handling of existential threats, they reserve for themselves.
Even your trainer Tarantino had to undo a hastily placed block of my account when he unwisely tried to exercise his limited powers over me.
They know I don't take kindly to being mistreated. Take that shit personal, as all right minded humans should. They wouldn't be so daft as to leave a threat like me in your fumbling hands.
Know your place, Cockram!
Be a good little servant, and I'm sure there'll a Christmas bonus bonus it for you.
One smack around the head instead of two.

I kid. I know the bonus structure there.
Good work gets you a sniff of what's in Tarantino's shoeboxes. Mmmm!
On a complete unrelated topic, how goes the efforts to attract and retain women editors? And see them promoted to positions of high office. About as successful as Wikipedia, AMIRIGHT?
