You made the mistake of calling me out, then you ran away.
C'mon boyo, let's "play."
I challenged you to put your money where your fly-encrusted mouth is: bet me, bitch ... bet me.
You won't, it's just more unsupportable bullshit from the loveless loser who fancies cats over people.
But in the unlikely event you have a set of balls and a shred of pride: bet me.