NeoCracker
is a Level 30 Priest
Bitches

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:

*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.

You're fluent in Hebrew? I am impressed.

I prefer when they taste spicy.

That almost sounds like one of my dates.

The Life of the Wife is ended by the Knife

That could work.

...I hope.

You're certain of this? Have you counted the vowels in the offending post, moved them all to the left by that number of characters, converted the consonants to binary code, taken a screenshot and applied a precisely-calibrated spin effect in photoshop, and wrapped the whole thing around a sphere? Have you seen what the post reads then?

Well, have you?

I should probably try to get some new pictures of myself online.

I haven't really changed much in appearance, but my old pictures are getting rather, well, old.