[ Careful when you touch the goods, Inigo. Stronger men have lost an arm. The dark lord given high schooler form might've drawn his vorpal sword from the nether and sliced the limb clean off. Y'know, if he wasn't busy being annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. Instead he attempts to shrug the loser off. ]
You're really getting on my last nerve, Inigo. Can we quit talking about my writing?
Don't worry, duh.
You're really getting on my last nerve, Inigo. Can we quit talking about my writing?