A look of disappointment and a sigh.

Whistle any 70s rock song melody

Any way he choose. How would pick my as boss? That’s a very bad move.

I was driven mad by the unrelenting noises of society. The clamor, the insanity of humanity. The protagonistic figure decides a more peaceful option is adequate for my type of villainy and offers me quiet respite. A lovely cottage suitable for my hermit-like needs.

With this, I am at peace. I have a home. I have quiet. No quarrels with the world anymore

Subtly undermine my self-confidence.