I see that we have reached the limits of your intelligence in regards to making an argument.
I cannot be the first to tell you that you argue like a moron, right? Arguing with you is like beating up a baby - no sport. I can imagine your little, intellectual baby arms flailing around as I slap your bovine intellect about.
Oh, I think if you tried to match wits with Lurker you’d end up dazed and confused, stumbling around in circles, and wondering just what the hell had just happened to you.