Sunny's dead, I just sent the boys round. You got baseball-batted. Red looks good on you!
DA, I will make you sit on an impalement spike and watch the spectacle of your slow, gruesome death personally.
What you lot don't appear to realise - if any of you, excepting Jayk, have even an iota, a modicum, of understanding - that Jayk is in charge. Basta. Full stop. End of. If Jayk is
dribbling in his bib
not here, I keep back the drivelling, snivelling, unwashed masses with the guile, cunning, and ruthlessness afforded to me through what I like to call intelligence, but is probably on a higher plane altogether. Oh, and I have a negative EQ, so don't try to get on my good side.