And that’s because he IS one.
First, and second, of all, let me point out to my opponent that both Halo and quantum physics are spectacularly entertaining. Maybe the grueling combat and XBox Live smack-talk is too much for you? Maybe the mind-blowing concepts are just a little over your peanut-sized head? We may never know. (Except me. I know. Because I’m not a few links down the food chain and a few Rosetta Stones short of an intelligible thought.) Oh, that reminds me–PENIS.
Quantum physics pretenders usually like to give off a façade of respectability, but you can always tell who are the fakers and who are the shakers, as we say in the biz. Ask them what interpretation they subscribe to. It’s always either Many-Worlds or Copenhagen. Dumbasses. You might as well say Jesus binds atoms; it’s unfalsifiable and pointless to speculate anything, and Occam’s Razor dictates that we view spooky action at a distance as a refutation of locality rather than reality. But I digress–and all that is just a side-rant.
As for your arguments about Halo, I believe you have no counter to the following rebuttal:
I INSERT MY GENITALS REPEATEDLY INTO BODILY ORIFICES BELONGING TO YOUR VARIOUS ASSORTED FAMILY MEMBERS
Take that, foul cretin! You will have to fight back tears and the bitter taste of defeat to muster up a rejoinder. How does it feel to be in the same place as Clinton? Clinton?!
In conclusion: Hillary Clinton does not understand art. I await your reply with dignity and triumph, but I’ll never know why strippers pick such names.
As for the bleach, with 65% of your daily required smelly white goop, it was delicious and nutritious, thank you very much. I wholeheartedly recommend that YOU TRY SOME.
P.S. I peed in your soup