No notes on the #fightnight bloodshed. The bloodshed’s great. Just a distinct lack of bloody open-mawed kissing, is all. #disappointed
What???!! NO. There is NO competition. Oh my god I don’t want to be here for even five minutes longer we are NOT doing this. VETO. UNSET YOUR MIND. UNDO WHAT YOU JUST DID.
YOU CAN’T PREEMPTIVELY CHARGE ME A LOSERS FEE I HAVEN’T EVEN DONE ANYTHING. + 500 SHUT UP.
BOTH OF US WOULD LIKE TO GO HIVE SOMETIME THIS SWEEP, GALEKH!!!
+ 1000 Reimbursement for the resources I’ll expend when I LOAD YOU INTO A INDUSTRIAL TRANSPORT VEHICLE and ship you off TO THE GLUE FACTORY
I want to kill you really bad. Very badly do I want to kill you.
I WAS NEVER GOING TO GET IN THE RING WITH YOU NO MATTER HOW BAD YOU WANT IT. YOU’RE the one who’s meant to be taking off your shirt and participating in a crowing cluckbeast fight for my amusement. *I* would not make such savagery PUBLIC where everyone and their lusus can watch. I merely dutifully cheer when somebody else does.
WHICH WE DON’T HAVE TO BE, BTW. WE CAN BOTH LEAVE AT ANY TIME. AT THE SAME TIME, EVEN. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING LEFT FOR EITHER OF US IN THIS LOCATION. YOU ARE BEING WILLFULLY OBTUSE.
THAT’S. That’s. Okay. You know what? Yes. At the exact same time. NO funny business. And we’ll call it even. Okay??? *____
So be it.