Since, despite my undisputed victory for manifest superiority being established unmistakably, there are still some gloomy individuals who wallow in murky waters, bringing forth unlikely remnants of fake-laugh-trash that don't even remotely touch the refinement of certain MY proposals, I - who am a true gentleman, as it is known - leave it to blucerchiati and their ilk to continue the futile contest which - by now - could only lead to the proclamation of the runner-up (whether in @[Falloppio], a @[Dislocation], a @[Almotasim], or an @[imasoulman] at random, it hardly matters) and I take flight to much better shores, where poetry and lofty thoughts reign (nothing like you boors, take that!)
Franco Franchi e Cicciolina Cappuccetto Rosso 1978