Me liken to look me enemy in the eye and since I be writin it's usually right afoire they die. Bein that what ye say was in jest I 'ave bested me self this past many hours and feel though it is with embarasment as well I shall change my harsh retorts to your apearin insolence and remove the anger from me words. Let it then be dead a tween us and nae not a death ending battle be fought, fer ye hit me when I was surely in the mood ta harm and ye don't want me seein red with you there too! Grammercy and Let me buy you a drynke what would yer need be?