Look at that insufferable little jerk, lording it over the rest of us. Oh, he could go inside to his enormous air-conditioned mansion. He could go take a dip in the temperature regulated pool. He could get out of the sun by pushing a button and deploying an enormous shade that would cover a square acre. He could just get out a box fan, for heaven’s sake, but no: he uses a device that not only involves money in its most absurd use imaginable - as if there’s sufficient breeze generated by rifling greenbacks - but a device that mimics the actions of a human being who might actually be employed to cool off Master Rich.

Didn’t you once to hire someone to do this, Richie? What happened to him? What happened to his family? Does it ever cross your mind?