When we entered the parlour, which had been so often blithened with the jocose spirit of its defunct mistress, we confess that our emotions were almost too great for our fortitude, […]

and of course seeing the legions of the male massing more and more against me did not tend to placify the combatious little soul,

An thor was this geet muckle bloke standin by the door! And there was this very big guy standing at the door!

Amber O'Malley For your information, Mike and I pound each other every night in the most epic of hatefucks.