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Nay? Truth springs forth as a veritable maelstrom of avarice, seeking wholeheartedly to crash against the proverbial bedrock of my intellectual acumen and weather it like the oncoming tide? This is, I daresay, a factual certainty? This prepubescent, repugnant dog, this contumacious pup, seeks, with his maligned, gaping muzzle, to sully to the lofty heights of the esoteric scholars of ancient times with his vituperative opprobrium, his ostentatious YAMMERING?