>>17805439 lb

>horse ppl mad

>"Excuse me Mr. Sir, I'm dying of literal giga-AIDS and value myself worth more than your horse"

>grab the last tube of horse paste in entire store from his hands, firmly but gently, like wielding a perfectly balanced blade; do not break eye contact during entire action

>"Gawwdddd dayyyimm" Mr. Sir will come to the astute realization of, "this retard knows how to show respect and grace regardless of this preposterously douchebag fueled levels of hubris"

>Break eye contact elegantly, like a gazelle leaping off into a rainbow, walk away without saying another word, your body language and buns of steel will do all of the talking

Ultimate worse case scenario he loves his Horse way more than your dumbass and he's willing to go to Mortal Kombat over it then just apologize for being a Dramatic person and then possibly start shitting yourself to neutralize the shitstorm with your own, more potent, literal shitstorm.

All of this could be avoided of course, if we just figure out the Ivermectin infinite spawn glitch.