Listen, don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking chump. Alright? Because I’m not. I’m a business man, a family man, man of the people, man of church, man of God, man of the country, I’m a patriot, a veteran, a missionary, a post man, I work as a doctor at the hospital treating your disgusting fucking diseases, my dog is spayed, I’ve got letters ready for me at the notary republic, I know a cobbler, I make my own quilts, I love eggs, I shop locally, I support local causes, I take a cruise ship every three months, I wear reading glasses, my daughter has braces, my eyebrows are shaved, my friends are all geese, I live in a house, I have a head, my clothes are all combustible, my medicine is over the counter except for one prescription, I have a shirt that reads, “If you don’t like me, go fuck your mother”, I am living inside the Matrix, I live in a home with no windows, I have lasers inside my brain, there’s a shark in my bath tub, my dog sleeps besides me on my bed, I have a mouse under the rug. So don’t talk to me like I’m some kinda of fucking chump, otherwise, fuck off.