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Oh, I didn't even consider that. OK
Trevor shrugged off the insults the first few times, but it started to eat at him: what the fuck is it with rude people anyway, he'd say. He began to ride the Segwell more and more often just to wait for some asshole to call him a fag so he could revel in contempt for their easy predictableness. Trevor eventually became bored of that game. One overcast day, he went to a newstand on his Segwell wearing nothing but an open bathrobe (purple). Before he got there, he heard, "Too lazy to walk, ya fuckin homo?" Trevor sped right up and smacked into the grill of the abuser's car, propelling himself bathrobe open like a terrycloth bat onto the windshield, mashing his privates at driver eye level. He punched his way through the door window, yelling, "HERE'S YOUR PURPLE RAIN MOTHERFUCKER!" Ever since, he been the champ.