Damn! Listening to that just dropped my IQ ten, no twenty damn points. Which still leaves a hundred ahead of you. Course, it was only 120 before that.

Yep, there's plenty of folks smarter than Big Bad Leroy. And If I was up against one of those people, hell if I was up against anyone with a drop of common sense and a tear drop of intelligence who worked extra hard to beat me, they just might---- in a spelling bee.

But we both know that ain't you, 'cause you're twice as dumb as a dog's dump on dirt with half the heart.

Got that?

That means you suck.

Your race? Your ancestors? Don't make me laugh! Your daddy ain't gonna fight for you--- you know damned well he's ashamed of you--- oh and if he did fight for ya against Big Bad Leroy, well, he'd be even more ashamed of you. Your race can't fight for you--- races don't fight, men fight. And any man who hides behind his race like it was his daddy, ain't a man at all.

Yep, there's plenty of folks smarter than Big Bad Leroy--- no, not anyone in this federation--- but still, plenty of folks.

But there's no one stronger. There's no one tougher. And there's no one who ever has or ever will go up against Leroy who ever has or ever will get up on his own two feet again. That includes all-talk losers like you and bad asses a fighter actually has to train for like Mister Mystery.

But then, you haven't ever been on your own two feet in your whole damn life, have ya?