That's what I meant. I would take care of this of course, and we would leave Proletariat out of it; we want to spare the Reverend the humiliation of being plastered onto his own pizza in five seconds flat by a woman of her considerable capacities.
All this would obviously have to take place in the Backroom, dear Beirut. Heaven forbid that we would desecrate the Frontroom by spilling the blood and entrails of the Reverend all over the Kingdoms floor, chopping his ungainly head off and putting it on a spike -- all this simply because he refuses to accept culinary slang.
No, Sir, that wouldn't do at all. Out of the question.![]()
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