Listen here you vile, rockstar scoundrels!

Stepeth the fuck off!

All the world is my stage.

If you got something to say, you’d better call me out like the underground rappers do. I don’t take no gruff from those who can’t say my name nor look me in the eye.

(That goes for you too, Ms. Kinney, because you ain’t nothin’ but glitter and gloss if you don’t got the guts you sing about.)

“It’s wrong to wish on space hardware.”