That man may think his look is withering, but should he ever have the unwanted opportunity of looking into mine, he’ll find out what ‘withering’ is all about (as I’ve been told moe than once).
And as for cramming it down our throats, bring it on. You, Bambi, have no clue what awaits you. That would be impossible in any event, being the psychopath that you are.
LOL -- I guess that's bambi trying out his stern, all-business look. It doesn't wash, because he looks like a pouty little brat who's on the verge of a temper tantrum because he's just been told he can't have cake before dinner. What a putz.