Conversations with a tard.
Mikey: "Bring it."
Me: "Yo momma's so fat, she makes Free Willy look like a tic tac!"
Mikey: "Okay...That crossed the line."
Mikey: "Your're a crotchety blob of musty kangaroo vomit!"
Me: "Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent."
Mikey: "You evil-smelling cake of crummy chicken guts."
Me: "Thou spongy pox-marked whey-face!"
Mikey: "Nice, you boring chuck of yeasty shark snot."
Me: "Save your breath...You'll need it to blow up your date."
Mikey: "OOOHHH!!! That was good."
Me: "SO I WIN?"
Mikey: "Bravo...No, but I AM deeply wounded."
Me: "HAH! GOOD. That's how I like my friends. They are more vulnerable when deeply wounded."
Mikey: "So you can come to the rescue? Be seen as the good friend?"
Me: "Obviously."
Mikey: "It's all a setup!"
Me: "You! Off my planet!"
Mikey: "Ouch, third time this week."
Mikey: "Pwned!"