Oh, ye of little faith. You think those fat bastards and power whores scare me? You think I don’t know how the world works? I fucking revel in it, you know. The world’s a goddamn playground when you look at it just the right way. Taking shots, you say? Sounds like just another day of fun ‘n games for me. So that day I get a foothold on the world and people finally start noticing, it doesn’t scare me at all. Why?
In short, because I’m Yahtzee. And they’re not. They’re not gonna see me coming until long after they’ve been pounded into the ground.
I guess, even shorter, a certain man would put it: how bad can it possibly be?