Yes, I am completely forgetting who were those vicious witches who lived down the hall on the 7th floor, I forget who they were. They might be surprised to learn that I have no thought of their pathetic lives. Who cares about what they think about anything or whatever happened to them later? They were just some vulgar peasants extracted somehow from the hoi polloi, so they ought to be a little more grateful that I would bother to condescend to their lowlife level to address their idiotic points of garrulous nature.
