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What was it that Zeus did when he had the ghost of a woman banging around in his head? Well, he had his head cleaved, of course. As I said, I cleave with music. This time the banging isn't deserved. Still, cleaving must take place. I will allow the ladies to represent their case, then their close, offering a few comments myself. This will be the end of it, however. I love me some hundredfers, but this should do it for now. I've got my nag bag limit. Nag me and keep it up and you will get your just desserts. Bon enjoy!
Alright. That is what I was accused of, if indirectly, through innuendo. The problem is that was never my thing. I did everything in my power to avoid such. I sweated bullets finding other ways. So... damn... tempting, with a few of those women. But never, not even once. What is it that is said about pointing? Ah, right, how many of your fingers are headed right back at you?
Now, listen to her words. She would fly as far from God as angels can fly, but she wants God to burn down my house. Precisely. Avoiding the truth while calling on God for vengeance because you can't handle the truth. I will not recant, ever. Now, I told you what was going to happen. Fix your problem yourself. I have pointed out the flaws in your situation, but only after you flirtatiously invited me to your disaster. No thanks, by the way. It never was my kind of kink. Now... scoot.
If you aren't going to play nice...
Bah!
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