The pathetic needle-dicks don't like it when I name them for what they are.  They just now hit me hard on my left arm.  Turned bright red and began itching like hell, but I have an effective counter measure.

They are such predictable, pitiable little dog turds.

I mean, what the hell?  It's basic Pavlov/B.F. Skinner.  Psych 101.  I stimulate them with ridicule and they respond with the usual tantrum.

Dumber'n fuck!