O-kayyyy. Nerve = hit hard. Keep it classy, FRiend. No more chatting with you, I think. You’ll probably approve.
Feel free to have the last word.
Awww, whassamatter? Nasty little man can dish it out, but he can’t take it? You need a binkie?
Let me remind you, YOU were the one who started this flame war when you called me a cultist.
Now go and run away with your tail between your legs while trying to pretend that it’s a great triumph.