answer:There are many people who live in fear of a mere sneer by me. It completely unhinges them. They talk about it at dinner parties for hours. This is not intentional on my part, but there it is. It seems I cannot help the gesture. I don’t think it would matter if I was wearing bunny slippers or if my name was Snively. I have a rep. I scare people I am certain you would be scared, too, if you had to cook for me. I would be ever so nice. I would tell you it doesn’t matter how you do. I’m not judging you. I would praise you effusively, but my lip would betray me, and all my good intentions would send me to hell, and you would be reduced to tears in your bathroom, wondering why you ever had such a stupid idea as to have me over for dinner. Yeah. Fearsome Wundy! No. It’s not the name. Not the name at all.