I wish to make you a martyr, too, you barbarian savage. In fact, I would cheerfully pull the switch, unlatch the gallows, insert the needle, put the .45 slug through your right eye, or just cut your throat with a rusty scimitar smeared with hog grease and dog shit after wrapping you in a pig carcass.
Now, there's a man who needs a hobby.
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