No no stop now. No more reading this. None of this "But!" nonsense out of you. You'd best go away and water the roof or something. Afraid so. Only real choice given the circumstances and all you know.
What? Still going? Oh dear, you're in for it now you are.
Me, this chap, that strange writing fellow, the guy who nicked the Queen's sock drawer for completely unobscene and ligitimatebutdifficulttoexplainrightnowbecausepeoplearescreamingandshooting, I'm called all manor of things but none of that really matters.
What matters is I enjoy abusing the English language, failing miserably at gaining your attention, drawing, defending myself against the scourge of 2 ply toilet paper, watching anime, gaming and tricking people into thinking I'm not borderline retarded.
Gifted with skills of perception as I am however, I realize some of this might frighten you, so allow me to take the time to assure you that I am very very unlikely to murder you.
Mostly.