“Am I wrong?” he asked rhetorically. “No, you’re not wrong, Pete, you’re just an assho-” she tried to reply, but her gob was suddenly crowded full of steamy turds as he turned and demonstrated just how much of an ‘asshole’ he was. Even then, she was wrong to say that he was just an arsehole (note the correct spelling), and he made sure she knew it by swiftly turning again and slashing all over her face and hair, matting it to her flaking scalp and leaving her looking thoroughly dishevelled.