me: (out shopping, looking all fly with my Marvel comics tote bag featuring several characters) dude: nice bag. me: thanks. (keeps on shopping) dude: do you even know who all those characters are? me: uh... yeah? dude: ok then, who's that guy? (points at a character on the bag) me: me: wait, are you asking me to prove that I'm enough of a fan enough to carry this bag? dude: (smirks) that's what I thought. He's called the Silver Surfer. I bet you don't even know his real name. me: does it matter? (starts to edge away before I start punching throats) dude: psh, you're not a real fan. me: me: (slowly unsheathing my Wolverine claws) me: how many pairs of chromosomes do humans contain in their cells? dude: uh... what? me: explain the function of cellular mitosis? dude: me: what is the purpose of myelin sheath with regards to the formation of new neural pathways? dude: what are you even talking about? me: oh, well it seemed that you were implying that if I don't know as much about the Marvel universe as you do, then I can't possibly be considered a real fan. This is me implying that because you don't know as much about the human body as I do, you can't possibly be considered a real human being. dude: dude: dude: dude: Um, I... wow. You're right. Have a nice day. (starts to shuffle away) me: his name is Norrin Radd. dude: (looks extremely embarrassed)