You fool. You buffoon. You dingus. You absolute rotisserie chicken. You think you’re smart? You think your intellect will save you? You think 500 IQ is enough? That’s laughable. I have far more than 2000, so don’t think your going to trick me, bucko. Only a Fibonacci sequence like you would try to challenge me. Where do you stand? Probably in a wheelchair because the only people that can stand you are your parents. I would say you should get medical help, but I think it’d be too hard for you to get out of your parent’s basement. I can’t believe this. How dare you. You! A simpleton trying to bring me down to your level? You are simply a mere mortal and you dare face me? I only fear one being, and that’s shaggy, so unless you’ve got a scooby snack, you better start running buddy.