How can you kill what does not exist?
. . . Seems like the easiest way to stop the droning at this point would be to kill you . . .
Silly, silly Vice. You speak as though you fully grasp the situation you have put yourself into. Once Wolfy has become involved, I too shall dip into the pool. The two of us are connected by a bond stronger then your feeble Canadian mind can hope to comprehend. Sure, you may have your little tuffle with him, and dream of your little fantasy death, but in the grand scheme of things it shall amount to little more then a double KO in a game like Tekken. Amusing yes, but inevitably meaningless in the bigger picture. Perhaps one day you will understand Vice. But I forgive you, for knowing not what it is you do.
Hear you; don't care. And besides, I figured Wolf and I should die as a result of the horrible imagery our joint efforts have created, meaning both of us simultaneously, by our own decision. Sure, you could calibrate the mechanism that would align our deaths down to the nanosecond, but in the end, either Wolf or I could have paid you off to escape said fate (whatever purpose you put unborn yak skin to, I would rather not know), leaving the other to die alone, quite thoroughly duped. The best way to know for certain, methinks, is for us to cause each other to begin terminal bleeding and depressurization while in astronaut gear in obscure, vacant space and watch the process as it goes . . . :sweatdrop In short, the presence of any other is a potential compromise of the security of our bitter sacrifice, so, thank you kindly, save your immaculate hands for your own bodily fluids. :yuck:
Common hitman attitude? I am appalled by that accusation. I simply wish to do you and Kanno, my dear friends, a favor. And all I ask in return is the skin of an unborn Yak. Tis a simple request, especially when you consider how deeply I must stain my own hands to accomplish it. You have hurt me Nebulosa.
*Hmp* If you truly have the internal organs and cleansing agents to erase me from this earth, you will be entitled to collect your damned reward from my remaining estate, but you certainly don't get to know where it is. I am not certain how attached I feel to sentience, true, but your common hitman attitude makes me feel like working up some heavy resistance.
How about I kill you then? I"m free Tuesday. My fee's are surprisingly low too. I only ask for the freshly shaven hide of an unborn Yak.
^_^
You're fluent in Hebrew? I am impressed.
Something about you liking Pie. Oddly enough the message turns out even shorter if you do that. Weird, I know.
