Look at this guy, Patrick, the self-crowned menswear douchebag, strutting out in his eight-grand fancy-ass suit, ready to lecture us peasants on how to fold a goddamn handkerchief. Boom! Some legend with actual balls unloads a whole fuckin' carton of eggs right in his smug little face. Yolk's dripping down his chin. That suit that cost more than my first car? Now looks like a toddler's finger-painting shitshow. Oh nooo, stealth wealth didn't stealth the karmic payback, you pretentious prick! Tough shit, princess.