*Swivels back around, kicking his feet upon the heavy walnut desk.*

Oh? You believe chance dictates my success? I do not place confidence in chance, charlatan... I place confidence in myself.

Acknowledging the mere possibility that I could be wrong makes me more of a man than he who turns around and actually corrects what only he perceives to be a mistake. That's second guessing.

And that's a lack of confidence in oneself.

*He reaches forwards, tapping the large red button on the intercom.*

"Mrs. Cosgrove, could you see to it that Mr. Zarkof receives some scented candles to alleviate his problems?"

"Yes, Mr. Augur."

"Thank you, Mrs. Cosgrove. Mr. Zarkof, see yourself out."

Get. This. ****. Out. Of. My. Thread. Now.

Party pooper!

You see antagonism and instigation in my playful banter? =/

If I meant offense or malice I wouldn't have prefaced my dialogue with over-the-top hammy roleplay.

If a man responds negatively to a harmless, flippant comment, do you damn the man with the sense of humor?

I considered my champion sufficient. He seemed to take grave offense to my attitude.

The rest was me offhandedly replying (in a very indirect manner) and waxing on the nature of self-confidence, while roleplaying with myself, and a fake secretary.

If anything, I'm insane. Not malicious. Or, certainly, not actively malicious. :3

Awesome, a flamewar.