Les overargues and misinterprets any point given to him. For example, he's starting to think I'm having a "I don't care" crusade even though I never explicitly said or implied it. He'll probably type a 12,000 word essay on how I'm wrong, on how I'm pretending to "not care" and how it's really me who misinterprets.
Every time he makes a boring long essay, I actually do imagine his avatar talking with a cigar in his mouth, all while smelling of piss and bending over in an authoritative manner over some "serious business" that he has to tend. Everything he does is an attempt to dick-swing and win the argument, even if his points are meandering and TL;DR. He tries to win by quantity, rather than quality, eroding the person's patience over time until they give up. This is why I try to personally stay out of debating with Les in a serious manner, because what could be discussed in less than a page with one person would take 400+ with Les, since he argues over the most trivial of points to the point of splitting hairs. He has done so already with you, as evidenced by the many threads that grace the debates between you and him.
In other words Butterflies, don't expect him to give up. Even if you're right.
You are imagining me as my avatar and are imagining what I (as my avatar) would do and smell like?
From such a start to such a brilliant essay I can only say that you may suffer for accuracy but you have shown a good aptitude for fiction writing.
When you talk about me writing essays you are alluding to my long posts. This is not short mate. There is a word for people who condemn others for what they do.
Not that you care, right? 
I kinda imagine that you probably smell a lot of stale sweat. This is not based on your avatar, but is instead based on my perception of you as a creepy, odd, dirty little man.
For some reason, I just imagine you having a secret stash of undies that you have surreptitiously snaffled from the washing lines of your attractive female neighbours.
You know, I could be all offended that some girl half a world away is thinking weird shit about me based on nothing but dislike. But I tend to just smirk at it and think " what a loser. She is wasting her youth fantasising on what some Middle-aged Aussie bloke is like and what sexual fetishes he may have."
Are you serious when you write this and you want me to humour you by feigning offense or by posting denials?
I don't imagine you Butterflies. I visit a forum that you post on and sometimes I respond to those posts.
So no Butterflies. No defending my hygiene nor sexual preferences. I am instead going to ask you to have a think about what I just wrote.
