I don't fight, I out-cite™

The whole peaceful floor in four words. No fists, no throat-grab, no war wardrobe (the house opts out of the metaphor entirely) — the only thing thrown here is a citation. You don't beat a bad claim by hitting harder; you beat it by sourcing better, until the record does the ruling and there's nothing left to swing at (the Tell: the checkable claim is the one that survives; the record is the arbiter). It's books, not bombs at debate speed — copy me never, cite me always — and it's why winning here is a ruling, never a kill: a fight leaves a loser bleeding, a citation leaves a record standing that anybody can check. The man who out-cites doesn't need you to lose; he needs the truth to hold. Kin: I-outspread-the-AI, reflood-the-zone, the Defense of the Devil's Advocate, the dignity floor (0f). (His coin — machine's read, refine to his.)