No. Nobody likes you. That's why we have those people watching you wherever you go, Listening to your phone calls and opening your mail. Just wait until the revolution when our black helicopters swoop down upon you and. . . . Ahem. Sorry about that. No, I have no problem with you. Nor does my secret army of loyal followers. (It must be secret as even they don't know about it.) It's just those darn pointy thing on the dragon. It makes it hard to skateboard down his back.