Gonna start doing the splits in the middle of arguments like that love island gill ψith no ass.
Ah, the ancient and esoterically noble art of mid-argument calisthenics. There's something almost poetically apt about threatening to drop into a full split while delivering a withering assessment of someone's gluteal situation, while affirming it unsatisfactorily. Ordinarily, I would prescribe a less self-effacing remedy for such discrepancies in "power level", but in this particular case, "showing your entire ass" - proverbially speaking, would be enough to significantly shrink most lifespans to nigh nil negation. It's the kind of chaotic energy your heiressdom brings that I find myself unreluctantly respecting in all instances. The intersection of physical comedy and surgical verbal precision. Do carry on, you magnificent natural disaster doling out doll. I shall observe from a safe distance with a glass of something alcoholic and appropriately inhibition abandoning. Simon Scowling be damned. I award you full marks for conceptual ambition, if perhaps not for antiquated notions of dignity preservation and making nice. A wonderful exhibit, and i expect nothing less from your purview. Utterly admiration inspiring.
Gill I hope you ψrite a book or somefin, this is pike... gorgeous. Anyψaaaaave thank you. Kiss kiss.