Oh you couldn't possibly be the worst person I've met. You've not quite reached the point of creating a species that would obliterate the universe to recreate it in it's image or utilizing mass murder to provide a fuel source to rich colonists by stock-piling dead bodies. And let's not forget prohibiting people from experiencing sadness through enforcement groups that arrest and execute you for showing signs of depression- And my first inmate was the Joker and I didn't reject him even when he attempted to stab me in the eye-

Oh, by the by, you pull something similar I'll play you like a marionette right down to Zero. Let's not do that, shall we? Now, how about your room?