Look kid, I fuck more attractive women than you have ever even seen with your prepubescent, desperate virgin eyes. I once beat up an ex heavy weight boxer because he looked at me wrong. He begged me to stop. He begged me to just let him go, But I didn’t stop. You sit there in with your shitty computer, no job prospects past your nearest McDonald, and call me a beta male? You can’t even get the greese stains off of your shit between your fourth and fifth abdominal roll without the help of your mother, whom you have single handedly lead into an unimaginable misery by your mere pathetic existence. Take some of those bigs words and bring them outside into the real world. That way someone can beat you up before they send you crawling home to lick your wounds and make pissy internet videos bitching about people that you cannot even begin to understand from behind the drool covered binoculars you call glasses.