𝔐𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔍𝔬𝔥𝔫,

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰…

𝔗𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔰 𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢.

𝔜𝔢𝔱 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔨𝔦𝔫, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯. ℑ 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔱 - 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡.

𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥, 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔶𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡.

𝔘𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫, 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱.

𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫, ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔰

•҉Ɓaron v⊕ŋ Moorland: you chill or need me to beat the ♥♥♥♥ out of you when you're sleeping?
IncredibleJawLine: lol
•҉Ɓaron v⊕ŋ Moorland: please leave the door unlocked though
IncredibleJawLine: as long as you bring me milk and cookies
•҉Ɓaron v⊕ŋ Moorland: I'm happy to beat the ♥♥♥♥ out of you when you're sleeping and stove in your forehead with a cinder-block... but I'm not into breaking and entering.. your dog might bark and wake you up which makes the whole act of stoving in your head 'that' much more difficult...
•҉Ɓaron v⊕ŋ Moorland: see... becuase you'll be awake and often times I've found people have 'second thoughts' about the whole process. they get to asking me not to go through with the initial request.
•҉Ɓaron v⊕ŋ Moorland: "actually I'm not into the whole cinder-block knock out... can we not do this"
IncredibleJawLine: wait you never said anything about a cinderblock