Hey, Anne Aunymous- why don't you write a poem without attributing it to yourself?  Or, hey Anne Aunymous, why don't you report a tip to the police without revealing your identity?

hey misterghoulie, aka adam, why don't you go eat a golden apple of knowledge?

How aboot no?

how 'bout nooooooo? here's an anagram for you. i fit iron dick. what's that?

oh yeah, FRICKIN' IDIOT.

The last great act of defiance:

throw me a frickin' bone.

Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?