thearsemanAll right, mate, now you look here. I put up with a lot of shit, and I do mean a lot, but... no. Just no. That is really going too far. Here. Here is a line. I'm drawing one, in the sand, and you... you my friend, you aren't going to cross it. You got that?
I mean, come on. Have you really thought this through? Think about it. Are you really ready to reduce a man of my complexities to a game? 'Cause I have to tell you, I don't think you are. No offence, or anything, but you just aren't there yet. You haven't even thought what colour you want me label yet, whatever that means. Let alone anything else.
Now, all right, I know you're pretty set on all this, but there's no need for you to get upset over it. Unlike you, I've been thinking. I've come up with a compromise. How about that, then?
So, here's the deal. You get to apply the whiny little bastard who lives inside me, and I stay right where I am. That's more than fair, I reckon. Less pressure on the both of us, in't there?