I will splinter your ankle into a 1000 pieces and scatter it in the wind
You mean the other one? I think I already did that to the right one.
That hurts. Trust me and my screws and metal plates.
I have a confession. I have a deep yearning to be with you. I want to make you my private property and defend you from minorities. Will you accept my proposal or will you continue to wander aimlessly in the wild?
Just remember that the warmest sweaters are made from sheep that are on fire.
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