The Chad explained :
> Absolutely fucking nothing. I'm his superior in every single way, and
> he will never stop me.
The only thing you expose, is that creeping gut over your belt and
perpetually puny unerectable cock.
Why else would you spent day after pathetic day, night after pathetic
night, creating similarly impotent socks to aid your imagined wars? All
the moreso when hobbyfan is the only person in existence stupid enough
not to spot them a mile off?
As Beth Frindell so eloquently put it, "at the end of the day, he still
has to live with being Chad Bryant. And frankly, I couldn't think of
anything better for him to suffer from."