There’s this gnat I’ve been trying to kill for three days now and I can’t because I’m not fast enough. I think it knows this because it follows me around taunting me and hurling insults at me.
I might be slow, but I have an iron resolve. Mark my words, I will not back down.
I’ve spent my whole college career trying to convince my friends that I’m not from a hick town, only to drive past a billboard with a picture of a duck on it that said “QUACKSIDERMY”