You wake up and decide to print out a million of pieces of paper with your face on the front. You've been very clever and made it so that these pieces of paper cannot be forged because the quality of the image is so remarkably high. You try selling these pieces of paper to other people in return for real money. Low and behold, people start to buy your paper off you and trade it amongst themselves. You are pretty pleased with yourself.
I took my poo phone into the Apple Store and the genius up the back told me, "This phone has been water damaged." I replied, "Hey genius, I'm not here because it's working. Can you fix it?" He told me it'd be cheaper to get a new one. So I told him about the time I had sex with a real girl and his head exploded.
So what if the 11-year-old has shone round after round in the competition, excelling at every test of intelligence put before her? She's got a bit of hair between her nose and her mouth and it is holding her back, people. Take out the tweezers, heat up the wax and roll up your sleeves: we've got an innocent 11-year-old waiting to be objectified.