Look at that big fat head, threatening his personal space--he doesn't react though, instead crossing his legs like he's planning to stay here long-term and letting out a disdainful puff of air through his nose.

"Don't they all sound rather pointless? Though if you'd like a specific one I suppose the greatest offender is rescuing the dead."

Because that's what it is, when all is said and done: Saving people's lives, only for them to die anyway once this little pocket of space has closed.