What, who do you think you are?! Get the heck out of my office and off my chair, you EYESORE!!
Yeah, I might be an eyesore but not as much as that-whatever that is on you head! Oh, and as to “who do I think I am?” I think I’m the big tycoon who owns the big chair and the big office, my hair club friend.
Okay, what do you want money, my new Rolex , what!?
I don’t want your garbage Donald! I still don’t feel content about when you fired me. You disgraced my name, publicly humiliated me-