Dante's Inferno, Canto III

Then: an old man in a boat. White hair, screaming, the usual, shooing us off like pigeons: "I don't work for you! Get out! Begone! Legally I don't have to do shit!"

Mises, Ranked

En-place the unchallenged victor. En-abyme bottom of the barrel. Man there's nothing I hate more than nesting stories, or mise-en-abyme, or recursions, or anything like that. If I pick up a book and there's a mise-en-abyme you'd better believe I'm putting it back down!