Apr 06, 2005 20:10
Have fun decoding this one, boys.
I can fill my mouth with honey as well as any brown bee, but don’t for a second think that I won’t tear you to shreds with my sweet tongue. My name is Janus, and I can turn faster than the wind, setting you in your place in a blink of an eye. I’m a sharp-tongued, vicious harpy boy and I have no qualms about making ignoramuses cry. I can and will do it if you piss me off. Don’t test me; my fuse is short this month, and I don’t think your legs can carry you far enough away before it runs out. I’ve squandered too much time in talking and my venomous tongue is tired of delivering sugary words to the ears on which they are wasted. I’m done; you’ve been warned.