No Euromullet! I shall not be intimidated by your € 7,000 haircut that seems as if it was procured from the inside of a sheep's anus. Do you see, Euormullet? Do you see what I shall do to you? I shall come to the club and find you on Beefsmas Eve and make you look like this. Rabbit. This. Rabbit is what you will wish you look like when I am through with you, Euromullet. You have no chance to resist; for the past exists in the future and it has already happened to you. Euromullet.
All Claws lead to Beefclaus.
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