"Verily, my inane psychotic babbling are infinitely less relevant and cohesive than thine, oh cathy-moon unit-seashell-chicken pie queen of the silky apples of the fourth secret city of the Female Pope Joan. Under the arcing chambers of the sky in the south of the great orb of the grand earth I can spew fort the same manner of weighty bullshit you can, and my slender, pale fingers do it with as much hollow style and aplomb as thee, wandering one. Though I openly mock you, you do so entertain us here, as clearly you think you are something special, just like every other colourful little fruity sponge cake we get drifting serenely through here. Do feel free to continue, but to be quite perfectly honest I only read about 5 words of each of your ranting monologues and get bored. May the vengeful gods of the shifting deserts wreak terrible, cryptic vengeance upon you, oh opalescent crab of loveliness."
I suppose this is a compliment, as they do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
"Benjamin Hyperion sugar-melon (****underling Athena Tuesday)"