Whoa, I think you overestimate me, shitlord. Last time I checked all I did was be in the wrong place at the right time. I saw you and had to - ” “Stalk me.” “ - delicately approach you. In a sideways manner. From behind. Without being seen at all. For ten minutes.
I would love to slap you right now, but I’m currently wielding a nine pound ball and I’m afraid that would be called murder.
