I see what you're doing there, zit, and I don't approve.
Honestly? I am entirely too old to be dealing with you. I don't know how you missed the memo that you were supposed to magically disappear once I graduated high school, so I'm just giving you a heads-up here. You should be done with me by now. Genetics has already doomed me to skin of the, "Hey, you know that oil spill in the Gulf? It's all taken care of, because it's obviously migrated to my face" variety. Must you continue to complicate things further? Was the trouble you caused me during puberty not enough?
I want you to go to your room and think about what you've done. You should be ashamed of yourself.