It seems my friends and I, though we don’t ever admit it, have contests to see who can be the lamest. We never say who wins because we don’t admit the contest exists. We all have different tactics.
Lauren’s main tactic is overwhelming lameness. She will say things like “NO!” or “Yo Mama!” over and over as her only response to our lamenesses. At first this is ineffective, but after days and weeks of bombardment it is soul-crushing in its power. Patrick’s main skill is metalameness. He often points out how lame we are, most often when we insult him. But he cleverly understands that by saying “Lame” he is in fact being lame himself. Amazing.
My tactic is a bit more involved. I try to tailor my lameness to the specific person or group. This requires a lot of homework. I have to know my lameness victims intimately, I must share the same air they breath, use their toothbrush, et cetera in order to maximize my ability to be lame. I could just let my natural lameness assert itself, but hey, if it is a skill I might as well develop it.