I hereby challenge King Kong Brady to a dance off!

Guys, I think we should feel sorry for King Kong Brady. The poor dear lad doesn’t even know how to spell you’re correctly. Also, “witless worm,” a clichéd phrase, is specious consonance; it certainly doesn’t compare with the logological joys of “jabbering jackanapes” (much more original), “listless wisenheimer” (delightful), or (at the risk of self-aggrandizement) “the most addle-plotting, pickthanking, go-alonging, grumbletonian poltroon of a white-livered sneaksby that has e’er crossed our cognizance.” 

Not to mention that his entire chronology is erroneous. Oh, and he admits that Ackbar’s mysterious “second shot” (a concept far more dubious than the magic-bullet theory even in its absurdest permutations) was from a completely distinct duel; his conflation of said duels makes for even more obvious proof that he knows absolutely nothing of duelling—nor, as has long been proved here, of honor. “White-livered sneaksby” indeed.