Just a hypermacho-projecting LARPing man-child projecting his insecurity about his own fragile masculinity onto others.
I'm not impressed. I'm saddened. All the A-Team vans in the world can't seem to help the guy out. I drink what tastes good, and no, dude, I'm not gonna go back to smoking a pack and a half of fuckin' cancer a day just to gain YOUR approval, nor am I gonna give up nicotine. I'm gonna get my nicotine how I get my caffeine -- how I like. And you get no say in it, ya sad ass little twat. Go crack your cheapie lil Indiana Jones -wannabe bullwhip at that.