Anyway, everyone gets 1 piece of the cake. But I get the bigger piece! Meaning that I get almost all of it and everyone else can fight over the last crumb. Its only fair, right?
Gotta a find a woman be good to me,
Who won't hide my liquor, try to serve me tea.
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)