Today's Insult

Someone made me rather annoyed with them today. As advised by people in the know, he is in hiding till I get over it. If I get over it.

Apparently he heard my promise to him ...

Bloody cravenly coward without an ounce of grey matter. Nothing short of a heroic and bloody death is going to redeem him now. And that death better involve being stabbed by a hundred blunt & rusty swords, torn apart by a dozen horses with poor sense of direction & group dynamics, burnt by radioactive acid & gnawed to death by a billion fleas in his wig. After which I am going to give his balls to Ms Monti.