I can only imagine the sort of purulent roadkill you used to chow down on as a rust-belt ragamuffin.
Weak mutton boy. Weak. What's for dinner tonight? Boiled sheep is it? Probably was a tactical error to launch a food attack.
You can't possibly win. I can always go the jellied eel route and you my friend are over....................
What really chaps me is that you are neck deep in Poles and probably have access to some of the stuff I miss.
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