Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20190113012012/@comment-35133814-20190115150600

At the end of my rope I unleash all my concentrated frustration on the Beelzebub in the form of such vitriolic utterances that High chaplain grimaldus would flinch.

After my blood pressure drops back to non-lethal levels and I'm able to calm down open my eyes to see Beelzebub huddled in the corner still trembling. I let out a sigh and decide to go to bed because I'm too tired to feel sorry for the bug lady in the corner.