Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a bit awkward, these horribly wicked rich people buzzing around as if they had anything intelligent to say to me, pretending to be nice people when actually they are so mean to me. They use me and abuse me and then they toss me in the nearest garbage can, all to clarify someone else's Dutch junk that I don't even know anything about. I am too old now to beat them up and I don't relish the prospect of getting stung so I will just have to leave them rotting in their own purgatorial vomit because, anyway, it was always their own private beehive. Anyway, who am I to explain their private garbage? I just don't care.