I'm Hiding In Your Closet
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Okay, it's stupid, but at least it's NEW!: This is just a game where we come up with 1001+ variants of the good old "not the [X]-est [Y] in/on/etc the [Z], are you?" genre of litotical insults. SO. Without further ado:
Not the sharpest sword in the stone, are you?
Not the wiliest coyote on the ACME mailing list, are we?
Not the stickiest remora under the shark, are ya'?
Not the smelliest cheese in all of France, n'est-ce pas?
Not the most hand-sanitizing perfume in Arabia, art thou?
Not the perkiest pair of tits in the ol' porno, now are you?
Not the very-baddest man who's ever been wished into The Cornfield, is that it?!?
I'm Hiding In Your Closet
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Not the most suspicious-looking Lite-Brite in the ol' guerilla-marketing campaign, obviously.
You're hardly the most insulting mistranslation in the whole of the Hungarian-English phrasebook, ez helyes?
Obviously not the most diabolical scheme lurking deep within the labyrinthine horrors of the Overlord's cavernous cranium, nyeeezzz?
I'm Hiding In Your Closet
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Not the jingliest bell on the jester's motley, are you?
Not the bluest methamphetamine in New Mexico, si?
Not the most punctual train in Mussolini's Italy, ci?
Not the most fatally-alluring will-o'-the-wisp in the swamp, huh?
Not exactly the topmost frozen corpse to still lie abandoned on the slopes of Mt. Everest, are we?