The guy keeps yammering on twitter that he’s catching up to me in this online poll. I’ve got 62% of the vote, he’s got 12%, and he isn’t even in second place. I’ve been idling along, not worrying about it, but apparently I need to now langorously stretch out my tentacles, enfold his paltry percentage in their toothy embrace, and crush and rend.
I urge you all to go vote and teach Martin S Pribble a lesson.
He’s Australian, so you know he deserves it. I’ve already warned him that there will be a hug-off at the GAC, in which he shall be totally crushed even further.