Verily, I bear thee no hatred, sir John. Nay, not even distaste for thee do I harbor. Rather, I hold thee in high regard. Indeed, I hold thee in far greater esteem than the multitude dost behind.

Alas, I loathe this notion that thou art the finest. For thou art not; I am the finest. The finest in all the realm. Yet, one art thou dost excel more than I, and that be in the art of kissing lord Vince McMahon's hindquarters.

Indeed, thy prowess in this endeavor doth rival that of the great Hulk Hogan himself! Pray, I knoweth not if thou art as skilled as sir Dwayne in such flatteries; he hath ever been a master in the craft. Ever was, and still remains.

Lo and behold! I doth shatter the fourth wall!