Bosses

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

He had the moral fortitude of a ham sandwich.

His sense of empathy, likewise, was comparable to that of deli meats - although it is important to note that such comparisons would likely fall in favor of the meat if it had been in the fridge long enough.  His business sense, aesthetics, emotional depth, critical thinking skills... really when it came right down to it if it weren't for his hyper-inflated sense of self-importance it would have been very difficult to discern his mental abilities from those of any given inanimate object. He was, in short, an asshole.

At length, he was a gaping, cavernous sphincter from which nothing of value had - or ever would - emerge, which greedily consumed all within its immediate vicinity regardless of sanitary concerns or the physical limits of muscle and flesh, which permanently and terribly defiled everything in its direct presence and for miles downwind, coating everything in its influence with an invisible layer of filth that seeped into cloth and flesh and only grew worse with the attempts to scrub it away. He was the kind of man who took it as a compliment when you called him an asshole, because he didn't understand the fundamental difference between "someone who gets the job done" and "someone who ruins everything he touches by virtue of being morally, intellectually, and emotionally bankrupt."

He thought that ADHD was an adequate excuse for a transcript only a short-bus parent could be proud of, and blamed his privileged upbringing for all manner of personal failings. He fretted over the people and families that depended on his business for precisely long enough to inflate his own ego before scrapping them one by one, devouring his business from the inside out by insisting on cutting not just corners but whole sides, funneling his personal wealth into vanity projects which he coerced his ever-shrinking workforce to add to their existing load.

He challenged her sense of identity, as there were many things she would like to claim that she would "never wish on anyone" that she wished upon him on a daily basis. There were few things in the world that would have made her more happy than him getting hit by a bus,  and most of those things were along the lines of "him getting hit by a train" or "him getting hit by several buses consecutively."

[Freeky]

:C 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

PUT  HIM IN A MEAT GRINDER.

[Cain]

blamed his privileged upbringing for all manner of personal failings

I can entirely sympathise.  I'm so beautiful, it's like a curse.  I can't help that I don't trust everyone around me and have a superficial POV, my striking good looks are such that it's all I know about how to socialise.

You would think this kind of introspection and understanding of the root causes of my behaviour would mean I would at least make the attempt to try and curb the worst aspects of my behaviour, but that just shows how little you understand, you non-privileged people.  It excuses it, and effort is for losers.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

LOL, I have no idea what I can ever use this for but I still love it so hard.