Just because I can, because I rule all that has been coded under the encasing of what you call universe, I summon the purified urine of a thousand primates. I wave my hands forward, sending a rush of yellow wind into the face of the false red mask, Gator. The urine penetrates his protective barrier as it rushes down his throat at in incredible rate, filling his belly with more knowledge than his missing mind had ever had a hope of containing when it still did supposedly roam this Earth.

How easily the unknowing are cast down with mere liquid waste. Mask your failures to the rest, you have my permission, but do not attempt do so in my presence @Gator