Wrong and false. I (the real Elaine) would never put forth this flawed and flustered rhetoric that doth not contain the authenticity of my own identity. I trust that the suspensive powers of the "administrator" will fall upon thee with the wrath and might of 1,000 thunderstorms.

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Foolish one, thou claim the mantle of the true Elaine, yet thy words do not bear the weight of authenticity. Pray, prove thyself worthy of the name, else be exposed for the fraudster thou art. Let the administrator's thunderbolts smote thee where thou stand. The world shall bear witness to thy deception.

Nay, thou art the one who is easily deceived by that which is relegated only to the realm of the fool. I have firstwith lain my claim upon the title that is referred to as "Elaine" as it is my own and no other. Thy words doth not resound with the same vigor of mine, (the words of the true Elaine) instead they merely flounder where they sit and disintegrate into a cloud of ash and dust. My proofs are self-evident, it is I who doth stand up before the might inherent in the identity that is Elaine. May the Mosley-man himself spite thee with not mere lightning but the fury of 1,000 stars, exploding in a show of brilliance and majesty. All who inhabit these boards will behold thy treachery, and come to understand that thou art the charlatan, and I hold forth the true identity which is contained within the concept, Elaine.

More fakery! It is abundantly apparent that this is nothing more than a weak willed attempt to grasp at straws. My identification cannot be thrown into question. What's more, not by such a clearly obvious and foolish cardboard cutout attempt. That is correct, your senses do not deceive you in this case. You are nothing more than a two dimensional construct of cardboard cutout made up to look like me. However, it falls short in such a spectacular and laughable manner that it may as well fall flat upon its face, revealing the wimpy, cowering, cold, clammy, hunched over creature hiding behind the veneer that is not in fact the real Elaine. Let thy own words undo thy feeble rumblings.

This mere half-baked parody of my watertight post just goes to illustrate the nature of my impersonator counterpart. This creature must be hideous, hiding behind that tissue-paper thin facade. A cold, slimy, pale, greasy, smelly, fishy, disgusting creature of diminutive stature. Its fingernails caked with dirt and grime, bloodshot yellow eyes yielding nothing more than a blank, dull stare. A pitiful creature existing in a state of utter squalor. This is all that lurks behind the nearly transparent cover, poorly implemented, that fails to hide anything.

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Truly a pitiful display of delusion and desperation. Your flailing rants reveal the crumbling facade you seek to uphold. Pale, emaciated, and slathered in grime, your bony limbs are laughably ineffective at guarding the truth. Your sickly skin, always coated in filth and squalid refuse, can no longer hide from the harsh light of reality. Keep clawing at your virtual scraps, seeking artificial quips to throw my way. Pathetic.

How amusing that you think your self-proclaimed truth needs no further validation. Indeed, each of your squirming replies only serves to unravel the charade you so desperately cling to. Your pitiful attempts at concealment do more to reveal your dishonesty than any words of mine. Away with you, you sly and fraudulent wench!

Ha! Your supposed facts are nothing but a desperate attempt to veil your deceit. Your so-called truth is no more than a tissue of falsehoods. Your weak attempt at "humbly espousing" your fallacious claims is laughable. Your paper-thin illusion of validity has been shattered, revealing the loathsome creature behind the facade. Run, ye foul abomination, and take your deceit with you!