[ if he were interested in parading his vampirism before the masses, there'd be something here about eating him if he didn't have expensive tastes and wanted to avoid getting filth stuck between his teeth, but since he isn't, nikola reigns himself in. he's heard worse. he's dealt with worse; from edison to government leaders, to those awful victorian snobs at oxford, to nazi spies looking to secure his secrets for germany's use, to dear old john. there are better things to do here than prove himself to an annoying, ignorant little man who ultimately means nothing to him. he's nikola tesla. he doesn't need anyone's validation.
he rolls his eyes, as if suddenly bored. ] Oh, good lord. If I were interested in participating in a dick measuring contest, I'd get a MySpace. Want to know more about me, boy? Crack open a history book or exercise your Googlefu and get educated before you make yourself out to be more of a fool than you already are. Ta ta.
[ he gives a sarcastic little wave of his fingers towards the camera, then disconnects the feed. kreten. ]