The Zhang stalks, fangs outstretched. "The womons reject me?" he asks, rhetorically. "Well then - I shall build a great machine, and send lava and death into the world. When humanity is dead, THEN will they so blithely spurn me?"

"They'll be corpses," a nearby minion notes.

The Zhang blinks.

"Corpses may not reject you, but have certain other disadvantages," the minion clarifies.

The Zhang will have to ponder this!