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We're on to you, you evil old pieces of ****. It may still take a while to convince a critical mass of our dumber peers of the myriad ways in which you're screwing us, but we're eventually coming after ya'll with pitchforks and torches. Hope you enjoy your retirement on the ice floe.

I might worry about it if and when you develop the brains to be able to spell the contraction for "all of you".