You, fuckhead. Jesus God, but you’re a moron.
Someone’s going to wake up with a raging hangover.
Is it Hitler?
Kind of fun to poke at him in the meantime.
You try way too hard.
Geez, learn how to drink. Your booze should be your friend.
I think he’s passed out on the couch. Quick, who brought the permanent markers? He definitely deserves a dick drawn on his forehead.
You know why Hitler didn’t drink whiskey?It made him mean.
Only the green and purple are left. Use them as you will.
And apologies to running coach, spam-hunter extraordinaire. I got you mixed up with Starving Artist. Newbie mistake, my fault.
You know, you’d come across a lot better if you didn’t say anything.
That actually happens all the time. 
Now I’m starving. Anyone got a good recipe? Maybe something with Brandy in it?
Oh, so now you’re interacting! I thought we were done, buddy.
Accepted.
Thank you.
The sailors say Brandy’s a fine girl.
We’ve all made mistakes like that, easy to understand. What I can’t understand is why you think John Mace is a moron. IMHO, you can’t paint John with your moron brush, not like you did anyway. What did John ever do to piss you off?
But what I will do if you like, is send you the official list of morons for your use. I think there’s more than a few on that list now, and they are all definitely morons. Big fucking morons.
So, stop the battle with John and I’ll send you the official list of morons. Deal?
Careful, she steals the sailors from the sea.
No, no, I never thought that Mr. Mace was a moron. Coward, yes. Useless prat, yes. But never a moron.
Still, I’d like to see that list.