Listen, you already sound like how vanilla extract tastes so I'm not even going to bother explaining to mushroom with an IQ of a Sega Genesis on what the f**k I actually meant, but I do have enough time to tell you this. You may be about 11, but you have the mindset of a toddler, which is why I said to go back to playing with dinosaurs and firetrucks. You spend 45 minutes and use almost all of your brainpower to come up with the most dogshit comebacks. Here you are frantically typing with your mouth foaming, desperate to get back on a petty argument you yourself started. So please, If you would be so kind, to stick your fingers in a jet engine to refrain yourself from typing anymore, dig up a hole in the middle of the Sahara desert using your impossibly small brain, and bury yourself.