//RCPT Golden whatever fucking flower it is

[Hyenas]

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An' who the fuck is ye now? Bitch, if I think one of ye is mocking me, I will beat yer faces to a pulp an' then having my dogs fuck it. An' am not from Malta, am fucking Malta. My yard. An' if ye wanne know why, 'cuz I said so an' if ye disagree then let me refer ye back to beating yer face to a pulp.
Am not really sure what about my offer is that ye ain't understanding. It is as fucking simple as it gets. Am trading shelter in yer places for a spot ye can pick in the Taus. Shit that ye will then own. What's fucking not to understand with that that I need repeating myself over an' over again.

An' if yer having a problem with how am speaking, then get yer ass over here so I can fucking beat the shit outta ye.