Oh, people/animals. Don't you hate it when you're sleeping with a married guy high up the totem pole at work-you know, because you have such excellent judgment skills-and then you decide he is a liar and then you dump him and then you suddenly get fired? Because then you get to destroy his life in the press and in court, which is fun, because why shouldn't you? He's a schmuck, you're a schmuck, you can roll around in the schmuckiness together. It's sort of like if seagulls had newspapers and wedding rings. It's all "Squawk squawk squawk."