@deadbeatat_dawn I was sitting outside a theater waiting for my friend to see a movie and a guy walking by with his girlfriend went out of his way to say happy thanksgiving to me and it was very sweet
Foppish knave, with a limp-wristed thrust of his rapier: She shall be shaved. And. Washed!
I dodge, then circle with a Wolf-like grin: The man who quivers at a bush is no man at all (my daggers are a blur, twinned fangs aptly named pride and prejudice. It is over in an instant.)