You are all silly people. I am fantastic.
I am embody the full flavor of a giant chocolate bar made out of children. You have all proven yourselves to be almsot equal to a rusty clown car from Vietnam. What you don't realize is that believing is the only way you will ever understand how jelly beans are constructed out of several different atoms. Instead of just a soluble chemical combined with a sheep embryo.
I know that you want to believe in me, I just find it absurd that you first need to ridicule my profession, and drink my beverages. ONE DAY, I WILL STRIKE, and all of your child slaves will be cooked into a delicious confectionary treat of my choosing. I am giving you a very simple decision, I need you to simply walk barefoot to California, and bring me twelve cubic meters of sand. I also demand that you move in a hexagonal pattern, covering the net distance of 7 kilometers, with every cycle.
In doing so, you ensure me full dominance over a new sub-continent, Rahib, which I will rise out of the ocean.
NOW, MAKE YOUR DECISION.
