Maeglin, of course we’re roasting you. You’re delicious.
Just bear in mind that we’re using one of the other friggin’ weirdo knifeboy’s (Mnementh) broadswords to do it with! Mmmm, now what sorta barbecue sauce should we be using?
The haiku was in Latin, not in Greek. I do not compose nearly so elegantly in Greek, I’m afraid.
Don’t forget my German poem about the welder. While it lacked Waverly’s absolutely masterful gruppenfick, I thought it was still a fine specimen.
Oh, that’s an easy one, Gingy.
Mmmmm!
Weirdo.
Would you like some ocelot testes stuffing?
Ich kenn nicht das lied
doch weiss ich dass Seneca
mies ist, und du auch.
Waaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Your Latin looks familiar on a second glance. What would you do if I said …
Girat, regirat garcifer;
me rogus urit fortiter:
propinat me nunc dapifer.
I guess there’s only one thing left to say:
Ich wusste es doch
und du bist mies, doch nicht so
wie der Seneca.
That, and I’ll lift a glass while you roast.
lno, that was fucking harsh. You wanna rip on me, fine. But leave my man Seneca out of it.
Carmen hoc scies,
sed mentis, nequissime.
Iesusulus flet.
Since you are a dissembler, the below surely applies.
Veritas opprimitur
distrahitur
et venditur
iustitia prostante
Can you dig it?
And I’ll pass on the testes, Ginger. A little too much testosterone, even for me.
I don’t want to kn—
Wait.
Maeglin, I really wanna know now!
punha, would you hate me if I told you that I had no fucking clue what you’re talking about?
Rip on you? I did no such thing! I compared you favorably!
[sub]well, yeah, all I said was that you didn’t suck AS MUCH as Seneca[/sub] BUT STILL. The gauntlet has been thrown down.
I’m not quite sure whether Cicero was speaking of you or your pretty-boy Seneca, but it applies nevertheless:
Yes, but he’s a rat bastard when it comes to snowball fights.
No, it would make me scared of your poker face:D
Which, all things considered, isn’t really all that much to be worried about:)