I want to play a little game~

Everyone thinks/knows you're Hyperhopper, so they'll use any form of knowledge or accusations they can think of to attack you. They'll tear you. Limbs from limbs. Like a wild cougar chasing at a zebra, you're either gonna stand there like a dumb zebra, and laugh (like you should be doing), or run away and get attacked. Either way.

A roast, in North American English, is an event in which an individual is subjected to a public presentation of comedic insults, praise, outlandish true and untrue stories, and heartwarming tributes, the implication being that the roastee is able to take the jokes in good humor and not as serious criticism or insult, and therefore, show their good nature. It is seen as a great honor to be roasted, as the individual is surrounded by friends, fans, and well-wishers, who can receive some of the same treatment as well during the course of the evening. The party and presentation itself are both referred to as a roast. The host of the event is called the roastmaster. Anyone who is honored in such a way is said to have been "roasted".

1 If people think that I am hyperhopper, they cannot roast me, because you cannot roast people you hate, and if they think that I am hyperhopper, they must hate me.

2 Tear me apart? That is not "comedic insults, praise, outlandish true and untrue stories, and heartwarming tributes"

3 From what I have seen, nobody is a "friend, fan, or well-wisher" of hyperhopper