Hussie, I can smell you aiming to sink my newly-canon, happily sailing ship. If you mess with my boy Tavros I swear I will force feed you those doughy abominations known in this world as “Olive Garden Breadsticks” until a single tear of pure evil (or pure extra-virgin olive oil, I’m not picky) leaves a trail down your cheek.

Or I might just, you know, laugh and keep reading. I’m able to go either way on this.

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