is out here causing a ruckus like it's auditioning for the role of Peter Vack’s personal hype man. Imagine waking up one day and realizing that your life's purpose is to be the unhinged chaos incarnate that is Spite, all while getting roasted by the likes of Alice Aster sipping her iced wicked Ariana Grande frappechino. Oh, and let's not forget the constant whispers of rumored affairs and secret alliances in the Starbucks line, because why not?