Ooh, crotch stain is back.

Oh shit, he's talking down to me while standing on...

What the fuck exactly?

I mean, first you whine about some logic tongue twister I didn't give a shit about, and the tears and the moaning about how I should pay attention to your logic conundrums. I bet your dad talks to you like that, huh? Supreme Leader, maybe?

Wait, did you just say you're not even following the Supreme Leader anymore?

NorthKoreanWarCriminal Said:
His title is Supreme Leader. Hence we call him that. I am loyal to his rule but no more.

But, wait, I thought...

NorthKoreanWarCriminal Said:
You're calling Glorious Leader Kim Jong-Un fat?

So, you were calling him glorious, even getting hella defensive over the notion of someone calling him fat, and now you're not loyal to him?

So, what you're telling me is I failed every step at the pass when you just renounced Kim Jong yourself? Seems to me, kid, that even though you don't grasp my methods or means, the people themselves can see the cracks in your act more evidently than you'll ever even see, well, anything I suppose.

Shit, no wonder you feel stronger. Like I said stud, welcome to the melting pot.

I'm presuming you have a visa or a green card, yeah?

I hope, because that's what's kind of needed to work in this here country.

I mean, you are here to enforce the law, and make sure that every debate is cleanly won. So much so that you even wrap your head around semantics.

I'ma wrap your head around a lamp post and break your body with a sledge.

So that's really cute you can point out some goofy technical savvy. You can't talk shit to save your life, you just sound like someone bitching and moaning that someone else is running with the ball when you wanted to. Hold on.

Robbie slaps a bib and a bonnet on NKWC.

There there, little guy. Here, you need some love don't you?

Never got any kind of tenderness back in North Korea, grew up sweating the small stuff.

Like his own dick.

Poor little War Criminal, I'm sure someone will be here soon to keep the big bad Bourbon man from making fun of you, for calling you a dog, for shooting right through your puny little attempts at trash talk, for ignoring it when you have to say you won a bunch of promos ago, for saying Ad Hominem and Tu quoque are English phrases when they're really Latin, and here in the U.S. most Latin is used in courts thus called legalese, but that's because you're an ignorant twat who's lost in translation and can't learn because he can't listen.

Awwww.

You want your bah-bah now? Maybe your pacifier?

Shit, stud, you're blathering all sorts of gibberish left and right, you smell like you shit your pants, you look like you want to cry, just go have a little nappy nap. Go to sleep, close your eyes, and it'll all be over in three seconds.

Robbie spoonfeeds NKWC some strained peas and carrots, then delivers another haymaker and pins NKWC.