--You know how you can magically get a touchdown from the other end of the pitch or whatever that basketball thing is? Part of me is mentally programming how to ruin you through the internet for what you've done. It's--distracting, to say the least.

[he continues frowning as he sits, pulling up his shredded shirt so she can work]

...I'd add you to a ton of mailing lists, find your home address and give it to some anonymous tip lines for some government agencies, maybe claim you're a meth lab or an underground dog fighting ring so the police will bust your house, or your parents' home. File taxes with your ID or open a million credit cards under your name. ...It's stupid, because I am very rich and could use any number of more efficient ways to ruin someone. But all I can think about is using one of those services to mail bags of glitter, or gummy phalluses.