"Oh, you think you're so original, don't you? I have met a million kids like you. They're vaguely intelligent, agonizingly middle-class, read a book by Camus, a book by Kafka. No real substance, though, just a little fucked up jumble of misdirected immature polysexuality and pure, arrogant, impotent rage. So, what have you got, big boy?"