I have had enough of your tomfoolery. I am hereby giving you notice that tomorrow at dawn we will meet by the pond and we will have a duel to the death.
Since I have issued the challenge, the choice of weapon is yours. Be warned that I am a master of arms like Colin Ferrel in "Daredevil" (sucky movie though) and will likely kill you no matter what you choose.
So on your last night alive, pray to whatever god you worship, settle your finances, attend to your family and finally confess your true feelings to Ghandi. (you want him. you want his body)
This has been a long time coming. I can take your mockery no more. Be assured I will bury you according to your wishes. (bare naked and ass hanging up)
