This whole ridiculous ordeal reminds me of the Aesop fable, "The Scorpion and the Frog". As I remember it:
Once upon a time in a forest, a frog was happily sitting near the edge of a river and enjoying the sun coming through the leaves in the trees. Suddenly, he heard a faint, slightly sinister voice call to him;
"Excuse me, Mr Frog."
The frog looked to the bank of the river and saw, with some small degree of alarm, a scorpion.
"I am terribly sorry to bother you," said the scorpion, "But I need to get to the other side of this river, and I am unable to swim. Is there a chance, Mr Frog, that you might carry me on your back across to the other side?"
"But, aren't you a scorpion?" asked the frog, trembling slightly.
"That's correct." responded the scorpion, politely.
"So, won't you sting me with your tail while I carry you?" asked the frog.
The scorpion chuckled slightly.
"Why, of course not! If I were to do that, then we would both drown in the lake!" he assured.
The frog thought about this for a moment, but seeing the logic in the scorpion's position, eventually agreed to allow the scorpion onto his back. So up he went, and the frog began carrying him over the river to the other side.
When halfway across, however, the scorpion stung the frog.
As the venom coursed through the frog's body and they both began to sink into the rushing water, the frog weakly cried out;
"Why did you do that?? Now, we shall both perish!"
The scorpion tutted.
"Don't blame me," he said, "You knew I was a scorpion when you met me."