I'm going to ignore you just for the hell of it. For fun. Because I can. Because I know you'll tolerate it. In fact, you should be thanking me this. You should thank me for the PRIVILEGE of even being in my presence. You should thank me for the HONOR of being right by my bare feet, viewing my perfect petite soles while I do whatever the hell I want. Is this what losers like you like? Does this get you off? Of course it does. Because it's me. Features: I idle around my phone, because my phone is far more interesting than you. Anything is more interesting than you. That's why I'm ignoring you, jackass. My perfect naked feet taunt your uselessness. I occasionally look at you to remark on what a weird little freak you are, and then go back to ignoring you.