skills acquired over a very long career

People can buy, sell, trade, or give away their skills. Some skills are passed from father to son, like woodworking. Your uncle recently died and left you a box. Inside is a warning, and a very particular set of skills, skills he acquired over a very long career.

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ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ - bryan mills
I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career.
Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you.

𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑧𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠 ⁽²⁴/ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ ᶜᵒˢᵐᵒˢ

Next Ep, probably.
  • Roan: Your move, Wanheda.
  • Clarke: I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my Bellamy go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
  • Roan: Whoa....chill out girl....this is literally a ploy to get you two to discuss your very real feelings for each other....
Can you imagine humans getting possessive over something small?

Humans are known to bond with inanimate objects, this is something that the tribe of X’an realized long ago, but this. This was scary. Someone took Human-Steve’s cookies. Human-Steve was recalling of making said circular brown sweet orbs earlier in the [humans call it day]. At 700 hours, Human-Steve’s voice sounded over our captain’s intercom. Human-Steve’s voice gave every X’an on that ship a sense of what humans describe as fear. Mucus started secreting from the pores on our upper appendages.

“ I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you give me my cookies now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.”

Would now be the wrong time to tell Human-Steve that it was I who took the cookies?

pieannamay  asked:

Shieldshock prompt: Darcy and Steve get trapped together somewhere.

It was an unusual situation of epic proportions.

There were aliens, yes. There was a Hulk, yes. There was fighting and screaming, yes. And yet Darcy had no idea how she had ended up trapped beneath a building with Captain America of all people. One minute, she had been panic-running to the exit, herding others before her like the saint she secretly was, and the very next minute something (or rather, someone) had burst through the glass window and a bomb had exploded. Now buried beneath all the rubble with an unconscious superhero sprawled on top of her, it was hard to decide whether he had jumped in to save the civilians or whether someone had pushed him through the window and then tried to bomb them all.

It was just her luck that she was right in his trajectory and that he had basically stopped her from getting crushed by wrapping his body around her and taking the brunt of all the falling debris. She was grateful to him but her head hurt and she was pretty sure she had sprained her ankle due to the fall, so excuse her for being a little scared and uncomfortable.

“Hey, wake up,” she wheezed, poking the prone body on top of her. Both his arms were caging her head and his masked face was buried in her hair, breathing steadily against her neck. “Dude, come on. You’re really heavy.”

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anonymous asked:

Would you mind writing something where the human of an alien crew uses the famous speech from the movie 'Taken'?

I saw this and laughed evilly.

Originally posted by emotigifs

Okay, here we go!

The Great Prank War of the cargo freighter, Hwit-op’Li, in solar cycle 2849 by Zuthonian standards, had started out innocently enough. A couple humans had switched out the Zuthonian equivalent of sugar for human salt during the morning tea. The janitors hadn’t been happy with the spewed-out drinks all over the floors, tables, and the occasional wall, but it had all been in good fun. A handful of Zuthonians had retaliated by Jerry-rigging the refresher door shut by the rec room on holovid night (humans drank a lot of carbonated and/or ethanol-based beverages on holovid night; it was genius but again the janitors hadn’t been too happy).

Then the ante had been upped: Terran arachnids had found their way into unsuspecting beds; the Zuthonian planetary anthem had been blasted at full volume at three in the morning (Zuthonians are nocturnal. Neener-neener!); the gentle blue lights of the freighter had been swapped for glaring pink (every. Single. Bulb); and randomly-selected Terran songs had been sung by the worst Zuthonian singers on board during their comrades’ vid calls home. (The Zuthonians had been quite happy to expand their human vocabulary for swear words that day.)

Crew members went back and forth for weeks, sometimes targeting the entire group, sometimes individuals. Either way, it got to the point where First Officer Amir instigated rules ranging from ‘Do no bodily harm’ to ‘Stay away from the engine cores and med bay’. It was innocent and fun, and the camaraderie and friendly rivalry only grew.

Until someone messed up.

Funnily enough, it was human on human. Darnell was in Kitchen Four, despite the late hour. Her cooking class had gone over by half an hour and so she was busy cleaning off counters for the Zuthonian breakfast rush. Xap’ki was due any minute and Darnell didn’t want her to see the mess her students had made.

Darnell opened the cooling unit’s door to put away the milk when she saw it: a small container of homemade, Zuthonian judr, a sweet kind of bread with a fig-like fruit center. It was a coveted dish at parties but only, as far as she knew, Zuthonians knew how to make it and it was an extremely difficult and time-consuming recipe.

With a conspiratorial smile stealing across her face, Darnell snatched the container, stowed it in a pocket, and quickly left the kitchen.

She opened a private com channel to her best friend as she strode down the hall. “Lena, bring the gang. I’ve got a surprise for y’all.”

“Copy that. We’re on our way.”

The gang was Darnell and Lena’s dorm buddies. Seven to a room. Darnell was the last one to arrive.

“All right, all right!” she called over the excited din. “Settle down. Look what Mama found.” She pulled out the container and opened the lid with a flourish.

Jaws dropped, awe in each face.

“You didn’t!” exclaimed Samuel.

“She totally did!” Niobe rejoiced just as Lena demanded, “Where’d you get it?”

“It was in Kitchen Four,” Darnell replied with a smirk. “Finders keepers.”

“That’s an ancient saying,” Cody groaned.

“But it’s still relevant,” Darnell retorted. “Take a piece, everyone!”

They were converging, eager fingers inches from luxury, when a voice, deep and dark, emanated from the intercom speaker on the wall:

“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you’re looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my judr go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you.”

Darnell’s stomach twisted with horror and she bolted from the room, the judr clutched and untouched in its container in her hands.

Up and down the hall, doors opened and murmurs took flight. The Zuthonians were frightened and the humans confused as to whether they should laugh or not – it was a common reference, after all, but the threat was quite clear.

And worse: “Wasn’t that the FO?” rasped Lena who had followed her.

Darnell’s eyes widened. Apparently, the judr recipe was not as heavily secreted as she had thought. Their human First Officer knew it and had made his own batch, and she had stolen it.

She ran to the Bridge for all she was worth.

After that, a new rule was added to the list: ‘Don’t touch food in the cooling units.’

  • *Saeyoung prank calls Saeran*
  • Saeyoung: *In a bad scary voice* Hello Saeran
  • Saeran: Is this some prank?! I don't think you understand. You think you can call my house and freak us out? You think you've got a scary voice? *In deep, scary voice*This... is a scary voice. Now listen to me. I have a very specific set of skills. Skills I've acquired over a very long career. If you ever call my house again, that... will be the end of it. But if you do, I will look for you. I will find you. And I will build a house around you. With no doors! *Hangs up*
  • Saeyoung: Well that didn't go as planned.
  • someone: *tags pidge in a post where pidge does not appear*
  • me: I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom I can tell you I don't have money, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you, but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you.
I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you
—  Kote 

A little bit more in the “Pirate Jedi AU” featuring Captain Jinn, Menace to Monopolies, Friend of Freedom and general headache to Senate and Sith. Sorry, it got long again. Many thanks to @albaparthenicevelut @tygermama  and @resistancepilots for their contribution to the crack!


So we left off with the Not-Clone Wars in full swing (albeit much more slowly and at a slightly smaller scale as neither side had as much time to build up resources), and Mandalore, Naboo and a few other systems sitting it out in “Neutrality” while Qui-Gon and his vigilantes continue to make a nuisance of themselves by, you know, actually attempting to do some good where it’s needed. Between their own resources and their contacts with other disreputable groups (*cough* Hondo) they manage to become quite a thorn in the side of the Hutts, CIS and Republic alike. Which is why Qui-Gon shouldn’t really have been surprised when the bounty on his head suddenly became large enough to actually tempt the big players. As a Jedi he was used to the idea of being worth something in ransom or as revenge, but this is ridiculous! You could buy a small moon for that price!

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and points out that that the council probably would think it worth purchasing a moon if they could get Qui-Gon to promise to stay there quietly with his menagerie so they never have to hear his name ever again. Besides which, why is Qui-Gon surprised- his bounty has been increased despite his diplomatic immunity as the husband of a planetary ruler, and not-so-little Ani has to be the most valuable teenager in the galaxy. Speaking of which has Qui-Gon had a look at some of the fine print?

Qui-Gon glares at him before taking off his eyepatch and putting on his glasses. Huh. Sure they’re all worth a lot to the Hutts dead, but the price for capturing them, and particularly Anakin, alive is extraordinary and… wait.  Dooku makes sense. He has made no secret of the fact that he wants Qui-Gon and his apprentices to join him, and will not hesitate to hold them captive until they turn. (He’s managed to take them prisoner once or twice, but between Qui-Gon’s stubbornness, Obi-Wan’s preparedness, Anakin’s creativity and their typical uncanny luck, the wily old Sith has had little success). But why in the name of the Force does someone on Coruscant want them, and in particular Anakin, alive so badly? It makes Qui-Gon very uneasy.

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[Meanwhile at CherMitz HQ, Voice actors studio rehearsal]

Jumin: Welcome to the R.F.A
Vanderwood: Nice tie
Jumin: Nice gloves
Vanderwood: Nice choice of color
Jumin: Yes it my personal signature color, likened to that of Royalty and those of utmost Highbre… high.. WAIT, who is writing this stuff?, this is after Mint eye and I still sound like a douche.
Vanderwood: You’re  the rich guy Chaebol type Jumeme embrace your douche'ness.
Jumin: pffft, Hey SassyMan do the line, do it, do it.

Vanderwood: “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom I can tell you I don’t have money, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career.”

Jumin: Hahaha

Saeyoung: Cat Mom and Mary sitting in a tree….
Jaehee: Just get back to rehearsal!


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Disclaimer:
Only Assistant Kangs glasses were harmed in the making of this badly scripted story.

HanRyu codename: SassyMan collaboART with @jumin-love \o/

Jason finding a way into the Fifth Dimension, uncertain what - or who - exactly he’s facing, knowing only that Tim’s in there somewhere and that he’s not leaving without his younger brother… 

Jason [to an astral projection of Mister Mxyzptlk]: I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you’re looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money…

Jason: But what I do have is a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for creatures like you. 

Jason: If you let my brother go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you. I will not pursue you. 

Jason: But if you don’t, I will look for you.

Jason: I will find you.

Jason: And I will kill you.


Astral projection of Bruce from out of nowhere: Jason, we do not kill. 

Tomb Raider 2013 plot summery
  • Lara: I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want.
  • If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. (because your sun queen drown our ship and all of my money is in there, bastard.)
  • But what I do have are a very particular set of skills,
  • skills I have acquired over a very long (family) career.
  • Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you.
  • If you let my Sam go now, that'll be the end of it.
  • I will not look for you, I will not pursue you.
  • But if you don't,
  • I will look for you,
  • I will find you,
  • and I will kill you.
  • Mathias: [after a long pause] Good luck...

My kids syllabus asks that I write three words to describe my child. Um… Here you guys pick one or add your own. 

  • What the fuck?
  • Basic ass bitch
  • drama ho (srsly)
  • one thicc bih
  • MY GREATEST CREATION
  • Touch her &Die
  • Gemini. (nuff said)
  • “Look! A butterfly!”
  • random ass weirdo
  • Always slutty 4space!
  • Coming out of her cage and she’s been doing just fine
  • Who is she
  • (I) don’t know her B)
  • Literally hates math
  • This is a stupid fucking request you want me to sum up my childs entire complicated existence in three fucking words you imbecile, YOU UTTER FOOL (Oh thats a good one!)
  • YOU UTTER FOOL
  • Cares about grammar (srsly she’s over here bitching about an apostrophe when this is for a MATH CLASS). 
  • NOT A MATHLETE
  • I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
  • The WOOOOOoooOOOrst!
  • Notmy daughter youbitch!
  • My kid is a stone cold bitch who loves hard drinking and big dicks 
  • (the entire bee movie script)
  • One rare pepe!
  • Dat boi!
  • this meme: 
How about aliens on addiction

Humans tend to become dependent on substances be it coffee or drugs and they become irrational without them could you do a story on that?


Alright, here is my best interpretation of this.

Little warning beforehand, Coffee Addiction ahead. If you do not like coffee and are part of the Tea Party (he he), then I suggest either getting over you indifferences or not reading this, as it heavily relies on the addiction to Coffee.

Anyways, enjoy!


The same stench always seemed to fill the ship’s corridors every morning. It was bitter, and stunk. At least, to Xylion it did. Datallion said he did not enjoy the smell, though he learned to tolerate it. Xylion could not manage the strength to.

Eventually, Xylion was so done with the stench he decided to wake up early with Datallion. His friend was less than enthusiastic to break his normal routine, but he said he’d do anything for Xylion, so he agreed to it.

The two made a makeshift ‘camp’ of sorts behind the couch in the break room, awaiting the early bird who would inevitably come and create that horrid stench.

Xylion was eager to find out who it was, while his feathered friend was certainly the opposite. The amount of times Xylion had to wake him up was exhausting and time consuming. What if the person passed by and he missed them? Xylion made sure to remind Datallion of this whenever he fell asleep.

After Datallion managed to fall asleep a total of six times and around forty minutes into their stakeout, the culprit appeared.

Who else would it be but Human Isaac. Xylion wanted to pounce on him and strangle him to the floor, but by the way he was moving, he didn’t seem…right.

His movements were sluggish and his eyes were practically closed. His mouth sort of hung open and dark bags were under his eyes. His curly hair looked even curler and messier than usual, seeming to spread in every direction. Human Isaac’s arms hung limply at his side, and his eyes looked as if they were void of any life. Xylion was shocked he was even moving.

Datallion seemed to perk up when he noticed his state. He glanced at his friend. “What the heck is that?”

“Uh, that’s Human Isaac, Llion.”

“Are you sure, Xy?”

“Positive, sadly.”

The two watched as Human Isaac began to limply pat the cabinets, searching for the handle. When he found it, his fingers closed around it slowly before he threw it open. He then fell to his knees awkwardly and almost crawled into the cabinet, searching for the source of the stench, it seemed.

It took him five whole minutes to find it. Datallion was quite saddened by his sluggish movements, seeing as he vividly recalled when Human Isaac had been able to take on that large beast, saving him from death. In fact, he kept muttering that over and over to Xylion, who was getting fed up with his friend.

Human Isaac was holding some sort of package in his hand, and he emptied it into one of the machines the Humans had brought on board. He pressed a few buttons on it before standing there staring at it. He then seemed to remember something as he grabbed a cup and stuck it under the faucet on the machine and then continued his staring.

Datallion tapped his fingers against his beak. “What is he doing?”

“I have no idea, I’m not a studier of human behavior or thought process.”

“But you hang out with them?”

“And is that supposed to make me an expert, Datallion?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Exactly. Now be quiet, he may hear us.”

However, if Human Isaac even heard them, he made no notion that he did. He was silent, still watching the strange device as if it was Human Quinn. The amount of time he stared at her was crazy. Xylion was told by Human Fredrick that it meant he was in love with her, so Xylion took it as a good thing.

“Wait, does that mean he loves the machine?” Xylion muttered to himself, his eyes wide.

“Did you say something?” Datallion asked, looking at his friend.

“Just questioning something I was told, Llion.”

“Ah, okay.”

The machine then began to spit out some dark liquid, and the stench swirled around the room. Xylion immediately covered his nose, hoping to rid himself of smelling the stench. However, he then began to taste it and began to groan in misery.

However, Datallion handed him a cloth. “I figured you’d need this, Xy.”

“Thanks, Llion.”

“No problem, Xy.”

Xylion covered his mouth and nose with the cloth and watched as the liquid stopped pouring out. Human Isaac grabbed the cup and immediately began to drink it.

After a few sips, Xylion was shocked to see Human Isaac seemed to regain his life! His eyes became alert and his posture straightened up. And, by the time he had finished the whole, cup, he seemed completely alert, though did retain the bags under his eyes. He also did some weird thing that involved him making a weird noise and opening his mouth. Human Jenny told Xylion it was called ‘yawing’.

Human Isaac then began to make another one of those stink bombs! Xylion was very annoyed about this! How dare he make yet another one of these things that could end up murdering him from it’s terrible stench?

After Human Isaac had started making it, he walked off, muttering about having to relieve himself. Xylion took that as the time to strike.

As soon as Human Isaac was far enough away, Xylion stood up from his little hideout and raced towards the machine, keeping the cloth clamped to his face. He then, with his free tentacle, began to search for the off switch.

Datallion stood up and hurried over. “What are you doing?” He hissed, grimacing at the stench.

“Trying to turn it off before he gets back! Help me with this, yeah?”

Datallion muttered a few choice words under his breath before helping Xylion. The two managed to stop the machine, and Xylion quickly hurried to hide the machine in Datallion’s cabin. Not his first choice, but Datallion refused the trash chute that would spew it out into space.

After hiding it, Datallion fell onto his bed and muttered a good-bye to Xylion, saying he needed his sleep or he might botch a health exam or something later that day.

Xylion was happy he managed to get rid of the stench, and happily went back to his cabin.

However, later that day, things were not so happy.

The door to the break room was stuck, and had to be fixed. Naturally, Captain Zellnor asked Human Isaac to fix it, seeing as he was the mechanic on the ship. Human Isaac didn’t even respond as he trudged over and began to fix the door.

The whole time Xylion watched over with the other humans, seeing as he really wanted his tub of sweets his father had sent him. However, it was less than pleasant.

Human Isaac kept yawning and muttering curses under his breath. When Human Quinn tried to ask him what was wrong, he snapped at her, seemingly annoyed by her presence.

Human Quinn seemed hurt by this, but Human Isaac didn’t even seem to notice! He simply went along with fixing the door, messing up quite a few times.

Eventually, it got to the point where his attitude began to effect everyone around him. Everyone grew grouchy, and no one seemed happy. Finally, Human Jenny snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Isaac? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?”

Human Isaac scowled at her. “No, I didn’t get my full dose of coffee, Jennifer.”

Human Jenny seemed shocked he had just called her by her full name. She blinked, and then gave him a dark look. “Why didn’t you get it all?”

“Someone stole my coffee maker, alright? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Have you tried asking around?”

“No, but I did put a notice out there.”

Xylion decided to take Datallion over to read the message, seeing what Human Isaac had written about this ‘coffee maker’.

What they found terrified them to their core.

I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my coffee maker go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

-Isaac

Suffice to say, they returned the machine back to its rightful place anonymously that night.


I hope you liked that longer post!

I had fun writing this one. I decided to make it light hearted since a lot of my little posts seem to have darker undertones. So, here we go!

Also, I hope I got somewhat of the addiction to coffee right. I don’t drink coffee, so I have no idea what it’s effect are, or what it’s like to be hooked on it.

And, if you have anything you want to request, go on ahead and do so!

“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom I can tell you I don’t have money, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you, but if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you.”

I hope no one's thought of this yet I just thought of it yesterday

Every villain ever: Hey we’re gonna kidnap your son

Garmadon: …

Garmadon: I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my son go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

Random Movie Quotes Sentence Starters

PART 2

  • “Go ahead, make my day.”
  • “Here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!" 
  • "Here’s looking at you, kid." 
  • "He’s not the Messiah. He’s a very naughty boy!" 
  • "Hey, don’t knock masturbation. It’s sex with someone I love." 
  • "Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it’s contained." 
  • "How do you like them apples?" 
  • “I am big. It’s the pictures that got small.” 
  • "I am Groot" 
  • "I am Spartacus." 
  • "I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti." 
  • "I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody." 
  • "I drink your milkshake!" 
  • “I have nipples, Greg, could you milk me?” 
  • "I love lamp." 
  • "I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12. Jesus, does anyone?" 
  • "I see dead people." 
  • "I want to be alone." 
  • "I want to play a game…" 
  • “I was cured, all right!” 
  • "I wish I knew how to quit you." 
  • "If you build it, he will come." 
  • "If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. " 
  • "If you figure a way to live without serving a master, any master, then let the rest of us know, will you? For you’d be the first person in the history of the world." 
  • "I’ll be back." 
  • "I’ll have what she’s having." 
  • "I’m also just a girl standing in front of a boy asking him to love her." 
  • "I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not gonna to take this anymore!" 
  • "I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse." 

anonymous asked:

I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you tell me when the next UPDATE is now, that'll be the end of it. I won't look for you, I won't pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will spare you (I'm not a very violent person, you see.) ^_^

Bring it on, nonnie.