While I certainly despise when my enemies are happy, unfortunately their despair brings me no joy. It's as if their unhappiness undermines their evilness. Which makes sense, it's less fun beating a mopey asshole than an arrogant one.
It is embarrassing watching an asshole fall, I don't know why. Perhaps because they have farther to fall, from the peak of their bullshit mountain. De-antlered, de-maned, stumbling around as they attempt to recompose some semblance of a poker face. I want to look the other way and pretend to not notice their swagger has been replaced with a stumbling shuffle.
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