Lo, observe the spectacle now before us. A humble jest was cast upon the wind, light as a feather and twice as harmless, yet behold how it hath struck thee like a catapult stone to the ego. Thou return’st not with wit, nor word, but with a looping tapestry of moving pictures, as if animation itself might mend the fracture in thy understanding.

Art thou truly so baffled, good sirrah, that a joke hath slipped past thee like a mouse through a crack in the wall? Must rage be summoned where laughter might have lived? Thy brow furrows, thy spirit boils, and all this for a jest aimed at no kingdom, no crown, no cause of worth. Verily, I marvel at how swiftly thou tak’st offense on behalf of absolutely nothing at all.

Know this: when a man groweth angry at a simple joke, it is not the joke that hath failed, but the man who tripped over it and blamed the floor. Thou swing’st thine ire wildly, defending some random degenerate notion as though it were sacred scripture, when in truth it was but passing nonsense meant to amuse the moment.

So rage on, confused champion of nothing, waving thy gif like a banner of misunderstanding. I shall remain here, amused, unbothered, and fully aware that the greatest jest in this exchange was not the joke itself, but thy valiant decision to be mad at it.

I know how to make puzzles too bad youre too complicated so sit down thy self at once

Dude if he says hes older why cant I say that