What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little window licker? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the High Functioning Autist Society, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on the puzzle closet, and I have over 300 (317, to be exact) confirmed vaccinations. I am trained/have independently studied in meticulously over-planned memetic warfare and I'm the top Nerdy Digger in the entire Encyclopedia Internetica. You are nothing to me but just another obnoxious simpleton. I will wipe you the fuck out with absolute, coordinated precision the likes of which has never been seen before in all of History, which I can recite from memory, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with depositing that shit to the Collective Consciousness? Think again, sperg. As we speak, I am contacting my secret, yet always accessible or I start getting anxious and upset, network of likewise solitary individuals, because social interaction is damned near impossible no matter how thoroughly I study a person, across the Globe and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for The Storm, queerbait. The Storm that wipes out the pathetic little Cabal you call your Masters. You're fucking dead, shill. I can be anyone, anything, anywhere, anytime, and for any reason, I can kill you in in exactly seven hundred and fifty-three ways, and that's just with my explaining something to the point where your eyes glaze over and the sheer volume of information collapses your skull. Not only am I extensively trained in densely verbose linguistic combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the LexisNexis, local library, and forums, which I will use it to its fullest extent to delete your miserable ass off the face of the of all servers and archives that reference you across the world wide/dark web, you enormous dingbat. If only you could have known what overbearing retribution your little "not entirely factual" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have reanalyzed your statement. But you couldn't, so I did, you didn't, which I also did, and now you're paying the price, for which I did the calculations, you goddamn lazy bastard. I will "not like touching" all over you and you too shall know the terror inducing awkwardness of physical contact with real people in a scenario (of thousands) that you hadn't played out in your head already because "WHY WOULD ANYONE TOUCH SOMEONE ELSE?!". You're fucking distracted, kiddo.
>cracks open a cold one, to wash down le popcorn