I admit it. It was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention, and I missed the stop sign.

As I blew past it, I realized that there was another vehicle already in the intersection. We were milliseconds from proving that two bodies cannot occupy the same space at the same time. Still, I tried to apply the brakes in hopes that my tires would miraculously sprout spikes or produce the most amazing formula for crazy glue ever created.

Neither happened.

I got out. He got out. I looked at him. He glared at me.

Okay, this wasn’t going well.

“Didn’t you see the stop sign, you prick?!”

“No, I’m sorry, I…”

“What kind of an idiot are you?!”

“I’m a Class 9 Idiot. I utilize a multi-phase, inverted relevancy processor with nine terabytes of pointless responses. I have a hyper-adaptive synapse relay capable of reducing logical arguments to pure tripe in 3.9 nanoseconds, and can…”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

“Well, you asked.”

“I didn’t want a stupid response!”

“Then why ask? What kind of idiot are you?”