Look at the little sewer rats, doing what they do best, flailing and flinging the excrement. Shammyasshole and undercunt delight in dragging every eccie thread into the shitter. It's the only place where they both feel at home and think they have any advantage. The rest of the time they stretch and strain uncomfortably and pretend unconvincingly that they know how to carry on an intelligent debate. But you can tell it's all a charade. They react to real, substantive debate like fish out of water - or sewer rats caught in a squeaky clean laboratory. As soon as their talking points get punctured and the opportunity presents itself, they both scurry away and leap happily back into the sewer muck. Where they both grew up. Where they both feel at home. Where they both belong. The sewer rats have ruined eccie. The only thing they bring to the table is filth and excrement.
Undercunt gets out of bed in the morning: