I remember in second grade when we learned about fractions, the teacher demonstrated to us an example by drawing a pie on the board.
When asked to cut the largest slice, a lot of my fellow classmates were shouting absurd numbers like 1/100, 1/1000, etc.
When she asked me what I thought, I just nonchalantly said “I dunno, half.”
I was right. At that moment, I put on my shades, moonwalked out of the classroom, began to dance in the hallways as children from the neighboring classrooms chimed in to join me while we performed a dance number that would make even the whole cast of High School Musical envious, & even Jesus Himself descended to earth to throw down alongside me, to which I moonwalked back into the classroom, took my seat, took off my shades, lackadaisically kicked back on my desk, & said with utmost confidence “Y’all niggas got served.”