Did you just call me an engineer, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class on knot logic, and I’ve been involved in numerous research groups on abstract nonsense, and I have over 500 confirmed ECTS. I am trained in Killing forms and I’m the top intimidation proofer in the entire Norwegian academic forces. You are nought to me but just another null set. I will cancel you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before for a computable variable, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucktor. As we speak I am contacting Alices and Bobs across the network and your commutative diagrams are being traced right now so you better prepare for the norm, mathbot. The pseudo-norm that destroys the pathetic little thing you call your rigor. You’re a fucking ergodist, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can break your equations in uncountably many ways, and that’s just with my flawed understanding of Baire's theorem. Not only am I extensively trained in covariant dynamics, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the arxiv and I will use it to its full extent to cancel your miserable infinities from the face of the limit, you little epsilon. If only you could have known what unholy physics-begotten techniques your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’ll end up convinced by subtly wrong arguments, you goddamn idiot. I will plant doubts all over you and you will drown in it. You’re just wrong, kiddo.