Well, my last wish is not dying here in this fucking stupid pen battle!

[ . . . He doesn’t drop the pen. Mightier than the sword, perhaps not, but certainly any port in a storm. White-knuckling it, though if you’re looking closely his hands are definitely shaking. All bark, this one.

Just. Starting to circle carefully - he not really a first moves kind of guy either. He would like to be invited to the prom?]

Don’t really know what you expect, not exactly gonna be able to pummel you to death.