Yeaaaaaaah, because that’s totally something I would say, right? Uh huh. Sure, Jack. Sure. Hey hey hey, you like me, right? It’s my birthday. Let me punch you in the face. Or somewhere. Let me punch you somewhere.
Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
What—- no. You can punch one of my doubles, how about that. Seriously though, just how badly do you want to lose that other hand ? And, y’know, the pleasure of my fantastic company. Which you will lose. Both of. If you come anywhere near me with the intent of any bodily harm.
Your choice, cupcake.