Okay, so let's spit some truth at ya, playa.

You're learning on a planet that's roughly 6 billion years old in a Universe that is going to continue on for trillions of years... clutching a book of fables and fairytales closely to the chest, isn't going to do you much in trying to avoid that fate.

You needn't look any further then my opponent's cold dead 'bitch-eyes' to see my case beautifully presented for me.

Ursula Areano has fake titties.

I know.

I smelled 'em.

A wretched odor wafts into the room every time she enters. At first, I thought it was her cooter that was foul - nay! I was wrong!

One day, she was flashing me 'cuz she's a lesbo hoebag and I realize, the scent is from those lopsided gelatin gems.

Alas, beyond her hideous physique and astonishing capacity for idiocy, I've not got much else to say. I mean, with every further word she utters she compounds my argument that she's irrelevant.

I'ma stab her in the titty.