<Yŏŭ wŏŭld thĭnk, ăftĕr / dŏdgĭng mŭltĭplĕ ăttĕmpts ăt / ĭndĕbtĭng ŏnĕs sĕlf ănd / mĕĕtĭng ăttĕmpts ŏf flĭrtĭng / wĭth cŏld nĕŭtrălĭty, ŏnĕ / wŏŭld tăkĕ thĕ pŏĭnt. / Bŭt nŏ, hĕ hăs / thĕ găll tŏ sĕnd / "blĕssĭngs" ĭn ăn ăttĕmpt / tŏ tŭrn my făvŏr.>
If you ever want him and his lackey beat up a bit…offer’s open.
<I dŏn't thĭnk thăt / wŏŭld gŏ ŏvĕr wĕll, / ănd ălsŏ I'm nŏt / rĕălly kĕĕn ŏn ŭsĭng / vĭŏlĕncĕ tŏ sŏlvĕ ăn / ĭssŭĕ thăt dŏĕsn't wărrănt / ĭt. Bŭt thĕ thŏŭght / ĭs ăpprĕcĭătĕd.>
Sad…but fair. How do you plan to get him to stop, then?
<I dŭnnŏ. Thĕrĕ's sŏmĕthĭng / kĭnd ŏf cŭtĕ ăbŏŭt / thĕ ĕffŏrts ŏf ă / prĭncĕ's gĕstŭrĕs făĭlĭng tŏ / hĭt thĕ mărk.>
Quilis into fail prettyboygirltheys you heard it here first
I know, I know, I’m teasing. I know your taste is better than that, dnw.