Arrabella is givin' me th' saddest eyes because I won't let herr lick th' electrric fence.
Number one! The challenge: demand satisfaction If they apologize, no need for further action Number two! If they don't, grab a friend, that's your second Your Lieutenant, when there's reckoning to be reckoned Number three! Have your seconds meet face to face Negotiate a peace Or negotiate a time and place This is commonplace, specially 'tween recruits Most disputes die and no one shoots Number four! If they don't reach a peace, that's alright Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site You pay him in advance, you treat him with civility You have him turn around, so he can have deniability Five! Duel before the sun is in the sky Pick a place to die where it's high and dry Number six! Leave a note for your next of kin Tell 'em where you been Pray that Hell or Heaven lets you in Seven! Confess your sins Ready for the moment of adrenaline When you finally face your opponent Number eight! Your last chance to negotiate Send in your seconds See if they can set the record straight Number nine! Look him in the eye, aim no higher Summon all the courage you require Then count One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine Number (Ten paces!) Fire! - A Hamilton.
Man that's a lotta worrds but at least it rrhymes. Arrabella is a woolbeast though. Don't think a gun will do much.
Mrr Alexanderr Hamilton I ain't cooking, bakin' orr otherrwise prreparrin' one of my charrges ferr eating. She's a lil stupid but that ain't a crrime.