"I like to step on people." the small voice in Dave’s mayoral-sized head thumped. "What do you mean I can’t come to your office? I have the power to give you this job! Quake at my awesomeness. Quaaaake!" This minuet played in Dave’s head to help reassure himself. Then quite surreptitiously, Dave’s focus was broken. One of the people he used to engorge his ego just passed him on the street. Pounding his foot like a Medieval troll whose intent was destroying bridges rather than guarding them, Dave smiled to reassure himself that there were victories to be made by simply being petty.