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[atilla]

Oh, sweetie, no. No, no, no. Bad decision. Bad. Weren't you paying attention when the last souless bitch you made a journal for tried to warn you off? I'm glad you like me, I really, really am*, but this is just not going to go well for you. In fact, there's no way that it's going to end in anything but me tackling you from behind, eating you alive, and spitting out your bones. So why don't you admit your mistake here, wipe up that spilled milk, and skip off back to the little kids' end of the playground, okay? And the next time you feel like picking up someone new and exciting, try a Care Bear. Yeah.

I'm glad we had this talk.





* That's a lie; I couldn't care less.