(10-12-2014, 06:41 AM)John Samuels Said: "Seriously? That's it? 'You lost a match and you're not relevant hurr hurr doodyheady?' Listen up, you tiny ball fondler,"

" Oh my poor, unfortunate schlemiel; do you honestly and literally have a mental condition that is making the words of others sound like they're saying 'hurr hurr' and 'doodyheady' when they take a brief moment out of their day to remind you of how inconsequential any type of interaction with you truly is? Is that really what you heard? Hmmmm? Perhaps I overestimated you when I spoke to you earlier and expected you to comprehend basic English, but I also made that error when I used actual words to attempt communication with Lovermind Vincent Lane not too long ago—it's interesting how much you two have in common the more I get to know you both. And what's this about me fondling tiny balls? I verbally manhandled your attempt to make onlookers believe that you want to physically engage me when in reality I recognize it as a ploy, and your response is… to say I fondle tiny balls? What are you trying to tell us? Since you confuse actual words with nonsensical babble such as 'hurr' and 'doodyheady,' are you also confusing my brief verbal exchange with you as me fondling your lower genital region? "

" Did I truly leave you feeling that violated, child mind? Do you feel molested by my mere words, John? "

" You really shouldn't be so outspoken about your shrunken and inferior manhood, dear underachiever. You really do sound as if every other thought in your head revolves around perverse accusations and child molestation, so it seems as though you've crossed over into accusing me of being a child molester by fondling your tiny balls with my words. By the gods, devils, or any celestial beings you choose to believe in; what is wrong with your tiny mind? "

" Sick. You are one sick, sick creature and completely inept. You make Vincent Lane's drivel appear to take on a nearly intelligible format, and that is not an easy accomplishment. Let me point this out in plain English that even a newborn could understand: Lane would easily crush you, and I easily took this championship from Lane at the snap of my fingers, and now you attempt to skip over him and give off this transparent act of supposedly wanting me one on one? Hysterical doesn't even begin to describe your train of castrated thoughts. "

" Now about your 'ducking' comment—I've no Earthly idea what your definition of 'ducking' may be but if you find my referencing of your obvious shortcomings to be 'ducking' you, I'm fine with that. You can't possibly think somebody holding a 24/7 championship is capable of needing to avoid you, or needs to remind you of his open challenge literally asking who would like to face him. Do you need your captain to direct you to that challenge so you can mysteriously fail to respond to it even with it being shoved in your face? You can't be this stupid and ignorant to your own reality, so I have to believe the ducking comment means something other than how the rest of these commoners use it on each other. I wouldn't run from you if you were the last life sucking black hole in all of existence and you had already swallowed everything but me. There's not a name in this universe I'd need to back step from, you make-believe braggart and wishful yet incapable showman. "

" Lastly and most importantly: has your captain given you permission to address me directly, my dear phallus obsessed choke-artist? Perhaps it is you who has a tad bit too much vinegar in the throat, or something else entirely. Clear your throat before you address me again, you adorably helpless mooncalf. "