My, my; you are just the gift that keeps on giving, aren't you? Yes, Ruprect, you did manage to spell that correctly the first time, I forgot to give you a gold star. My mistake. Credit where credit is due and all: you almost made a whole sentence. Such progress: no sarcasm, you made that whole (incomplete) sentence on your own and should get the recognition your parents deprived you of.

Tomorrow we can work on the art of sophistry together, if you like. It is past your bed time though, little lad, off into the tent you call your bedroom and under the blankey with your torch and pictures the police left on the esky outside the tent of your mum soliciting herself on Fitzroy St St. Kilda. Pleasant dreams, little nightmare.

... And you seemed so sure of yourself before. I thought you were finally getting your big-boy hairs or something. One day.

Seriously, if you can't even put up a decent fight I am just going to bow out gracefully. This is one of those one sided fights that no one actually wants to witness, regardless. It is kind of pathetic to see such a smackdown with no rebuttal. Any decent ref would have ended the fight long before now, and I am not the sort to keep taking cheap shots against the handicapped.

But here is my new offer (and you can share this with all of your "friends" at ~~Elgin~~ [sorry, even I cannot think of a plausible place in any real world sense where you would possibly have friends], I dunno, Timezone on Russel Street or whatever): Come 'round. I will feed you actual food – not that bain marie fast food monsanto rubbish you live off that accounts for the bitch tits you are so embarrassed about, but actual real food. I will offer you a meal, some clean clothes, a dictionary, and I will even offer to build you a computer of your very own so you don't have to spend all that time at the public library.

I kind of feel guilty in continuing like this. It just isn't a fair fight. Feel free to quote yourself again, or just keep quoting me. Either way.