I have gone the way of the dodo but I return briefly to say this.
Happy birthday, Jamie, you filthy enemy bastard. Best of luck. May your intestines dance a sweet jig of excruciating pain while your brain disintegrates from thinking too hard on the possible ways of defeating me in swordfencing and the frustration of spectacularly failing to do so.
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<span style="color:#000000">All morons hate it when you call them a moron.