You three should be very disappointed in yourselves. Be prepared to be spat
on. I'm going to relocate to you, using my mystical navigator skills and
SPIT. Oh, I've studied Bush on TV thoroughly. You won't see it coming.
Before you realize what has happened... the smell of the fluid ,that has be
lingering in my rotten decaying mouth for hours, will have stung your nose
already. While the section of your skin, that's been offended by my
secretion, is sizzling under duress, you'll be crying for mercy to every
divine entity known to mankind. To those that are anywhere near these three,
be forewarned. I will take no responsibility if for some reason the wrong
tongue pressure was executed, and the lethal object, that's projected out from
my submandibular glands, decides to choose the wrong path... or if it simply
ricochets off my target. That is all.