Haven't you ever batted from Nakamoto? When I batted from Nakamoto, I had to lawyer up, and then the bitcoins fell down the hole in my socket and cryptod the fulk out of the https ellipsoid. Subsequently, a namecoin drizzay'ed my schnizzay. Dig? I had like fifteen thousand crypto-photographers climbin' in my windows and trying to rootkit my hidden partitions, but I EMPed their smartphones and those smartasses shrank back into the night like wounded ninjas. Two days later, the Feds picked up the trail and sent 3 MiBs to my cubicle. I unjacked the shit from the back of my head and sat up in my wet coccoon and jumped down into the hovership and smoked myself a fat ass J and flew into the digital rectum of society. They say I'll never get my coins back, but I know better. I dropped them into the cybersewer and manhole-in-the-middled their outerwear, so they appear like regular coins, but inside them are the real Nakamotos. When you bat from Nakamoto, you risk everything. I did. And I won and I'm here to tell the tale. Peace, yo.