A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '
That looks exactly like my old car. Which I left by the side of the road, after playing chicken with the ressurected corpse of david koresh (don't ask). Leave it to ISTPs to thwart an undead antichrist... with a car.