Cone is for this purpose. He is three years old. He is not allowed to go to war. He ate a door once.

I trust the vote of the many. Welcome back, you drunk bastard. A bottle of wine someday, my treat, perhaps.

Scarcely do I remember ye, nor do I know of ye most recent sin. Though unwilling to contact you on Discord, I am on board with the downfall of the corrupt.

Goddammit. Well. If you do not return, I shall see you again, centuries later, when I look up from hell into heaven through the one window for the five minutes Satan mandates me allowed.

Fare thee well.

I swear at people in very endearing ways ive called my closest friends bitches bro ❤️‍🩹