You are a freaking trip.
When you were Mr. Black I told you about going to the Con. Perhaps Cybil, you can manage to conjure up that personality and then remember what I said.
IIRC after I explained that I was going to the Con and what I was planning on doing you manage to crawfish backwards and ask me to meet you for a beer as friends. I told you I wasn't interesting in either meeting for beer or being your friend.
Do a search, smockcoker.
You're a man, huh? You hid behind a computer making up childish dribble asking to be believed, provided chitty proof, and then claim it was an experiment. You change names and then repeat.
Man, perhaps, but a sad little one. You are the one talking like a child.