A question for the tards

[Sir O]

What makes me think I can handle Wilbur? Well, since I haven't yet passed out from the stench eminating from the festering open sores covering your midget ass, or the moldy cheese dripping from Ladi's pecker palace, I'm convinced I can handle just about anything. Sure, I'll likely end up a little worse off, possibly with simplexes 1 through 56 and the same unknown condition that caused Snuka's asshole to migrate to the top of his head and shit uncontrollably much like a mongoloid Old Faithful, but it's a price I'm willing to pay.

Yes, I believe Wilbur is no match for me.