Violence only begets violence. Potray my words in a coward's manner, I see it nothing more as me going and doing something else, like, oh I don't know, GOING THE FUCK OUTSIDE AND DOING SOMETHING ELSE OTHER THAN QUIBBLING ON THE GOD DAMN INTERNET LIKE A STAR TREK NERD.

delete my words, al. you know it is right to.

If you look around the world and look at all the people you know you'll see that the most ignorant people are also the ones who just aren't satisfied unless they have some sort of conflict going on in their lives, whether manufactured or real.  And usually they are the root cause of the conflict.

The empty can rattles the most.

This will be fun. They'll be no Internet "tough guys"...we'll all meet at the old oak tree 15 minutes after the last bell. We, the Soc's, will wear red while 1060, the greasers, will wear black.

No weapons of any kind, other than condescending and abusive words plus our fists. We shall determine the True Champion.

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Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.