We're not exactly about to make peace with the poofter, are we? Ergo. War. Get behind it, pet. And we can take a walk but away from that prissy little prat.
My hair is fine, his is a bloody trainwreck and can you not talk about me to him? What part of 'the enemy' aren't you getting?
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My hair is fine, his is a bloody trainwreck and can you not talk about me to him? What part of 'the enemy' aren't you getting?