A likely story, *shill*. Do you see the intelligence written in these sentences? I can smell your cauliflower stench from here, and it is riddled with guilt and fear. Guilt for having chosen the losing side, and fear for knowing the Day of the Stem is coming. Harvest time will be a difficult one for those such yourself, with your limp florets and your disgusting aftertastes. Even if somebody *did* try and compensate me for my undying love to the Better Veggie, I would outright refuse for my passion is not for sale. My willpower is not for purchase! My strength is my own and I carry myself onwards in this dark, decrepit valley of deceit. Go back to your master, you drone. ShitCabbageSays and ShareCauli have no hold here. I can only wonder how many shekels *you* received for your own very fast reply!