"I want to live on an island in a cozy community where everyone knows each other and works toward the common good of keeping all you frightful poor people (Yes, you are poor, even if you can't admit that to yourself. The mere fact that you are looking at that island longingly and not thinking of it as an isolated paradise tells me you can't afford to live there) away from us. We won't even need to watch you get turned away. There's a gate at the beginning of the bridge to keep you from driving to the island - just for a peek - and turning right back around. Look, you can't even afford a phone with a camera that won't get speed distortions over fifteen miles an hour.
"Oh, you want me to think of more original ways to insult you? Sorry, but I don't have to. I pay someone to hold you back while I take a leisurely stroll down my quarter-mile private bridge, tossing French caviar into the sea just to show the fish I eat their precious spawn for a snack, and throw it back from whence it came once I get bored of it. Here fishy fishy."
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