oaked
When you say something so stupid that even the oaks of Agartha roll in their graves and whisper curses in ancient tongues.
Man, I just said the sky is green. I got oaked by the oaks of Agartha.
She said the moon is made of cheese. I swear the oaks of Agartha cried.
He claimed the ocean is pink. I think the oaks of Agartha are now ghosts.