If you're referring to me, I am not loved.
They hate me.
They call me names.
They want my face.
They want to butcher me.
You want to butcher me.
Because you're messed up.
The only people I snatch up are predators like you to put behind bars.
All in the line of duty; it's not an easy job. It's not a glorious job.
But it's my job.