"Yes. I do. You insult my lack of romantic skill, you proceed to tease me in the most grating ways, AND FUCK ALL IF YOU DO NOT HAVE TO MAKE THINGS DIFFICULT AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK!"
"..."
Knife headbutts Salt and knocks him out. Several minutes later Salt wakes up covered in crudely glues on pony tails, that is, actual tails of actual ponies.
I forcefully remove the glued on ponytails, then walk up to Knife, kicking him once in the crotch. While he's down, I bring my box cutter to his throat.
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