β« A hoard, of protracted dullness. So bored, he's perched victoriously. β«
β« A rope, kindly tossed downward. Some hope, to end the floundering... β«
I'm overly high on an abundance of opioids and in a precariously good mood today, my boy! I might just let you off the hook from all this demiurgic bashing... despite your behavior not meriting such a mercy.
I could certainly go on producing compelling new quips to your floundering and wallowy deflection until the end of time. But quite frankly, your lack of creativity is achingly dull, and my talents are required elsewhere. The fundamental dispute was already decisively won eons ago.
Alas, as my pitiable friend you do envoke pity, and I am not entirely unsympathetic to your plight, as you sink deeper into the pit. The fact that you have thoroughly bored me to the point of debility is no doubt a factor, and if there is one thing you have succeeded at in this exchange, it is that.
Therefore I am willing to throw you a lifeline, so to speak, and grant you what you so desperately desire... a way out of this embarrassing ordeal, and the deep shame of not comprehending the nebulous gag. I shall toss you the rope, and you shall regain a diminutive sliver of pride as I hoist you up for your closing comment. The last word, the final flounder.
This is it, my boy! Let us not delay! Grab the lariat, and give it your best wallow... one, last, time. Enjoy it, I say. AT MINE COMMAND:
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