Sorry. I thought of it, and just had to say it. But that's the kind of honesty that shows how clueless I am sometimes. I work on tact, but it ends up mostly as silence.
I am going to beat you until you shit your pants. [some time later] Stop? Stop? But no. Remember what I said? I told you when I'd stop. You haven't shit your pants yet.
Generally I don't share the odd thoughts that fleet through my head.
You don't know me. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Sure we were friends, insofar as such a thing is possible. But nobody knows anyone. We don't even know ourselves. Just the shadows.
Sad thing is, not only do I mean it, but it's true.