Oh no, I delivered. The intent was your immediate meltdown. You did not disappoint. No, what I am waiting for is your three-years-promised big reveal. So far, you have called a woman some man named 'Bill'. Just as you are wrong about your pocket friend, you are wrong about hat and everything else.<quoted text>
Still waiting Mr. All bluff, no gruff.
You promised. Now deliver.
Oh. Still "closing in", huh?
Thank you for the meltdown. It was comedy gold. Thank you for this slight return, Voodoo Chile. You crack me up, Nitwitsan, you impotent simp. These kind people were unfortunate enough to,accidentally allow you into their Internet inner sanctum. You violated their trust and pretended to be a hacker on par with Anonymous. Here is all we have learned from your impotent exercise:
1. You ain't no hacker.
2. You are incompetent in your faith, so incompetent you seek Internet retribution on those smarter and kinder than you.
3. You couldn't hack your way out of a paper Internet.
4. Your penis is the size of a peanut, like wasssuuup's brain.
5. You will never know my real name, my location, my job, my life.
6. It sucks to be you.
7. Thank you for the meltdown, TMI. You crack me up.