Whatever you say Little Red Ryder hood.

I bet your nickname is BB-gun at the local gun store where you go to talk to the shooters and hunters who have real guns.

"You remind of the effeminate little boy, that gets challenged to an after school fight, gets hit once ..... cries, wails and begs to "Please, don't hit me. I give. I give. I give."

Runs and gets a block away, closer to his mommy's protection, and squeals, "I won. I beat you. I won! I won! I won!"

Projecting again, I see. This, of course, reminds you of you because it is what you did and it sounds as if you have some Freudian issues going on with your mommy.