Which hurts worse: Calvin Smith’s lies, or being flayed alive?

I finally got around to rebutting Calvin Smith’s lies. But I have to confess that I was flattered by his lengthy description of me.

Unfortunately, now I have to go to the hospital, where a dermatologist is going to slice out a divot of my flesh in the name of cancer prevention. Wheeee. I’ll probably survive this procedure, but I’m going to be dealing with some discomfort and a bloody bandage for a while.