Ooh, nice burn. Because, deep down, I actually care what you think. Because watching you have a meltdown over the internet, acting hard in anonymity, isn't infinitely entertaining to me. I know the truth. You're soft. Like a wad of cookie dough. Seriously though, keep feeding me. Bathe me in your sweet hatred you awful, cancerous scrublord. Mommy will be there to tuck you in shortly.