You keep mistaking my responses to you as affirmations that your life or death has any meaning for me beyond entertainment. I exist where I wish, especially in a thread where a debate that has no basis in reality has gotten to this many pages. The very existence of a thread like this, with this many pages, is a physical manifestation of collective mental illness. I will shit all over the thread until the sheep wake up and eat grass, or realize they are, in fact, mentally ill.
Will I succeed? The odds tell me no, but if this will not stop you all, it will fuel my entertainment.
In my final response to you, in this thread, the meaning of your existence, especially in a thread like this, is to entertain me.
Carry on, dingbats.