It's like when the lowly lackey pulls a gun in corporate headquarters after years of abuse. After stalking his way to the big cheese, he stares in the trembling CEO's eyes thinking that victory is upon him. He thinks "Now you'll regret how you treated me and wish you never underestimated what I was capable of". In the lackey's mind worlds are colliding and everything has been building to this moment. Comeuppance is finally at hand.
The CEO, vanilla frappe and the sweat of supermodel pussy still on his lips, squints. He wonders, oh so softly lest the psychopathic fuckwit in front of him can read minds...."Who are you?"