Of course this narcissistic piece of goat dung would find the title empowering. Just the kind of brainless meathead that apparently existed all throughout the planet, perhaps in other planets as well, who knew? Georgie rolled her eyes dramatically as he growled, carefully placing the cap on the nail polish before she set in on the floor next to her chair. Then she started making some kind of jazz hands movement to dry up the first layer of nail polish. "I just made it up just now, nobody calls you that, nobody even talks about you really, so don't start getting a semi or anything."
Blinking, Georgie continued making jazz hands while staring at Simms in silence for a quasi-uncomfortable amount of time (to anyone but Georgie). "Yeah well, I want a full twenty bags of party favors, from uppers to downers to bath salts if I'm feeling frisky, and a hot big breasted company CEO to eat my pussy while I watch with my head propped up on two pillows but we can't always get what we want, can we?"