Ink poop

COPE! COOOOPE! I knew you would say that! And I knew you'd do the only thing you ever do (which is the most liberal debate tactic you can employ). Every point of contention explodes in to a nebulous inky cloud. Every instance of a thing happening is "TOO nuanced" to make any definitive statements. So, you squirt out you little ink poop and swim away I'll the squid you are.

A literal squid "That's just how relationships work, guys! Your wife just leaves you for the first fat-cocked retard she meets and that's just how things work! But Hym isn't roght though because Eeh! *Ink poop* Women aren't just fucking me because I have 1 million dollars. Myron isn't right because Eeh! *Ink poop*"

ink poop

Poop that spreads out like ink when it hits the water.

Mom, I have ink poop!