Captain Douchebag? Nice.
You are one tough bastard on the other side of the internet, aren't you?
Your comments were utterly preposterous. Even if I wasn't a lot bigger than you, and I probably am, I'd still laugh in your face. What would you do, you childish maladjusted nitwit, try to get physical with me? I'm a grown man. I'm not rolling around in the street with anyone. Moreover, I have a permit to carry concealed, tough guy. The laws of this great state dictate that were you to attempt to assault me, and I feared for my safety (and for the purposes of what I'd say to the police, I'd be terrified), that I'd be well within my legal rights to put a hole, dead center mass, in your fat ass. And trust me, you'd be immediately aware that a .40 s&w caliber, 135 grain, jacketed hollow-point bullet slammed into your chest at 1325 feet per second (that's 526 foot-pounds for those at keeping score at home.) Then again, perhaps you wouldn't be aware of much of anything.