I am declaring war on the dumb *^%^@* who I gave explicit directions to almost a month ago to take a hike who just...*sigh* who just wants me to beat the life outta her.
Slart...assemble the troops and arrange a private audiance between myself and the sickest of the sick, Divebomb. Then stand by for further instructions.
The troops and I will await your orders of mass destruction with bated breath...
Oh, and, uh, cats are okay, but no bunnies. They seem cute but all they do is eat and crap and make a huge stinky mess in their hutch that nobody wants to clean out. Trust me, they're cuter running free in the yard.
I'm well within my rights as an American to hate Disaster. And as a pet lover, and a person who is fond of the taste of Peanut butter and who now has a phobia of the "creame filling".
*passes the peanut butter back to Disaster---and scoffs*
The unpleasantness that was the "THING" we assembled over is now no longer. It took sometime, but it's over, of this, I am almost one million percent sure.
Unfortuantly, a small fraction of my militia is being asked to retain their position for the time being. This is merely a precautionary messure to ensure that the "unpleasantness" is in fact in remission and is no long a threat to the cause or my happiness. But I give you my word, we will have them home before this summer once and for all. ((Just in time for my birthday, just in time for cake and punch))