... i dont think i can get to sleep now...

I don't have much to offer in terms of commentary for that cartoon, but if you've declared it sharing time:

I am the king of the internet, and I declare that we shall defeat our adversaries. Not 'win', no; winning is when you amicably shake hands after a close contest with you as the marginal victor. Defeat. Total. Utter.

They will stand slack-jawed, stupefied and embarassed in the shadow of their complete inadequacy. The audience will wonder from what former genius's cadaver this grotesquely outclassed parody of a being managed to scavenge the faculties necessary to even find their way to the batting mound, much less wield their instrument. Certainly, we will still shake their hands afterward - but only with the same faux regard for their existence that a man might afford an ant by stepping over it rather than outright crushing it on the spot.

"What did I do wrong...?"

Impossible to answer. Coming out of their mother's womb might come to mind, but even then, that wasn't wholly their own responsibility. Unable to solve such immediate riddles, their minds will bloom with destruction - a great pyroclastic surge of past failures sweeping over them, with this most recent only packing down the sediment of disappointment. Had they always been this bad at life? Why had it taken so long to notice? Had their friends just been letting them win, or this whole time had they simply been lord over the losers? Which was worse?

Excuse me.

I need more tequila.

...Oh. It's Wednesday.

I love Wednesdays.

What the fuck is this???