Economically, it would be better for you to attack now, as we will keep generating income based on our holdings. We are going to have more money than everyone else, and at some point it will become impossible to hurt us. Our lead will increase exponentially. Attack us. The time is now.
All you're missing is "come at me bro". Unfortunately for you, you don't get to dictate what your enemies do or how they play.
Actually, "come at me bro" would fit quite nicely here: we poked all them ant hills with a stick. Not once, not twice, but all the damn time the last months. And we didn't just dip it in, oh no. We poked that shit so hard, queen ants were flying all over the place and you could make ant egg omelets the size of a football field. So hard even that some ant colonies went full survival mode and formed huge monster ant hills full of mutated, flesh eating killer ants.
Now we are back home and should be scared. Like real scared, because a gazillion of fucking antzillas have "kill the FCC" tattooed on the inside of their eye lids, if ants have eye lids.
Yet we are sitting there, sipping our hot chocolate in front of the TV, front door wide open and we take all the time we want to casually sharpen our sticks. Hell, we might even open a stick market soon to sell 'em lest the good wood start rotting from neglect.
We got wood, and nothing to stick it in. Are you an
ant or a
can't? It's a party at our house this time around.
Come at us, bros!