Men are like maggots.

They're slimy, gross, and they multiply like crazy. They're always there when you don't want them to be. You're always disgusted when you see one (as they're usually doing something disgusting). And they're only useful for eating dead flesh.

...Or maybe that last one doesn't apply so much.

Tomorrow, I've got to go squash a few maggots in the city... or more like charm them into giving me supplies for free. I guess I'm useful for something, hmm? Supplies come tomorrow, and hopefully no cash will be spent. Actually, scratch that.

NO cash will be spent.

And if they try to make me spend anything, I've got ways to persuade them otherwise.