Xprmntr2 wrote, "Â…But there's plenty of bashing and throat-slashing, for folks who like "action movies." There's even a Resident Terminator."
In view of what has been written elsewhere I emphasise with your situation, for I too have suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune by the same hand. However, I do hope my explanation/confession will focus any lingering resentment or anger in my direction. The situation is as follows:
I tried unsuccessfully it must be said, to woo his lady. It would appear my lack of funds, genetic imperfections and a slight whiff of formaldehyde failed to lure her south of the border.
I accepted the said rejection in my usual calm manner, and immediately set about plotting my revenge, which was accelerated when the said foe raised objection to my assertion that Lee not Hannibal was the better general.
Anyways, the plan was in equal measure brilliant and simple and involved chemical warfare, to wit;
I swapped his victims with the dogs ?'Bob martins' tablets. The downside was, the dogs not only go git the slippers but also wear them. The upside is his skin has a rosy red glow and he scratches far less.
While I paws to tcelfer, it is I who must take the blame for his present disposition. I hope this sets the record straight.
Signed
Dick Dastardly
