Guys, shut up.

Like, seriously, shut the fuck up and get out of my head because you are not needed nor useful.

Useless chattering bitches.

Go speak to the tiny fish I found hatched in pondweed today. You could still see the yolk dangling from his belly; he was still feeding on what he was born with.

There's a metaphor in that but metaphors are dull. Better to hammer it home with a simile or something.