That Trans Thread

[Charlie Boy]

Oooh, how refreshingly candid. I quite understand—dancing does require rhythm, coordination, and, alas, a willingness to follow the steps.

Still, I appreciate your brief appearance on the floor. Not all are suited to the tempo of reasoned debate, and there’s no shame in bowing out when the music proves too intricate.

Do take care. The spectators, I’m sure, enjoyed the interlude. Perhaps tree climbing will provide you with the stimulation you seek.

Unfortunately, snarkiness is not yet against the rules.  Mores the pity...I'm in the mood to clip some wings...and have the ability to do it.

The wing-clipper arrives—threat implied, wit absent. One would expect a declaration of such potency to be accompanied by something a touch more... formidable?

Still, it’s charming that you believe you’re in a position to intimidate. An emotional twitch dressed up as authority is, at best, a theatrical flourish—at worst, a confession of powerlessness.

But do proceed. If nothing else, it’s always endearing to see someone confuse bluntness for brilliance.

Oh, and let's stick within the rules. I've read them all and I know them inside out. Ready when you are.