I was having lunch at a cafe last week when DosBuster walked by and said hello. He sat down with me and we caught up for a bit, talked about what we were doing with our lives and what other other posters on the codex, and so on.
Then out of the blue, he casually said "You know, that reply you wrote to me last week in GD..."
"Oh, you mean the one about how superior and vastly more intelligent atheists are to stupid Christians? Yeah, that was a good one-"
"Yes, that one." He snapped back. I suddenly noticed the atmosphere had become quite tense, and I began to hear his teeth grinding together quite audibly.
"You... you made your witty little 'comment', and yet you didn't have the decency to brofist my post?"
I froze up. My insides turned to lead, my throat suddenly filled with sawdust. I croaked out in a voice that sounded like crunching paper "I- I didn't think-"
That's all I could get out before he made his move. Within a single stroke he swiped my coffee from under me and splashed its scalding hot content all over my face. I fell to the ground, desperately grasping at my face while screaming for help. He quickly got to his feet and booted me in the stomach, forcing the air out of my lungs and causing me to immediately piss myself from the pain.
For a time, I just lay there moaning, my cargo shorts and MENSA shirt soaked with coffee and urine, the contents of my fanny pack strewn about all over the place, with DosBuster standing over me with a look of pure contempt on his face.
"That's right..." He said before spitting on my face.
"You didn't think"
He gave me one final kick to the stomach before strolling away.
I saw Captain America: Civil War later that night, it was a pretty decent movie.