An emergency meeting was called. . . "Are they bluffing? Are they really that stupid? Surely not...". They hadn't caught on, yet. The subtlety was, well, too subtle. It was just way over their little heads. "Damn this riffraff!" they cried. "Its time for Plan B", they said. "But what shall we do?" There was nothing else for it. The next level of piss-taking intensity was required. They invented a whole new batch of even more obvious jokes at the expense of the "Stupidiata". . .And posted them. . .And waited. . .