Medusa

Self-opinionated stony mouthed He sat and fired off criticisms with Several snake heads shouting all at once. People buckled under his savage attacks Reeling back under the weight of His slingshots ricocheting off computer screens. He was perfect in every way. Every time He looked in the mirror he would smile At his perfection with a twinkle in his eye. He was the master of his craft and in his Mind he was excellent in every way A true paragon of virtue vainly wearing the Emperors very own clothes.