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I'm gonna be real for a minute. I know a lot of posters here are envious of and even intimidated by my vast, daunting, and unmatched intellect, elite lexicon, inexorable grasp of the English language and diction, and masterful debate stratagems. But honestly, anons... It's a curse. I am so much ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ smarter than everyone in these threads that ANY time I try to postulate relevant discussion or engage in esoteric and scintillating debates with like-minded individuals, it's like trying to discuss advanced thermonuclear physics with an eight-year-old. It's a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nightmare, because not only do such "discussions" fail to even give my succulent gray matter a basic warmup, I can't even be angry at those who perpetrate such ignominious ramblings and vitriolic utterances, because they don't know any better. They CANNOT know any better. Their minds simply cannot comprehend the higher plane of existence I have found myself solemnly trudging, companionless and without an equal or even a fleeting rival.

You don't want my type of intelligence, anons. I wouldn't wish my effervescent smarts on even my worst enemy. It's hell, anons. It is truly hell. I feel much the way Jiren the Gray must have felt in the Tournament of Power, competing against such rabble that might well have been insects to be crushed underfoot. I weep for him, for I understand him.