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you are a remarkably unintelligent fellow. I deny these allegations with my knowledge that they were purposely fabricated to server as a detriment to my reputation. Alas, you still have yet to convince me. I shall now ask of you to solve a rather simplistic algebraic equation, for which the unknown variable x shall be the equal to the sum of the two adjacent values 9 and 10. My intuition leads me to believe that the answer shall be equal to the value 21. You have disproven your own conviction. You are in fact quite the unintelligent being fellow, exactly as I thought










I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?!" I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle, and blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man. He's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore, and nail the neighbor's dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot. "Tally ho, lads!" The grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound an extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive, since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended!