Theodore Koppel Um, yes Sir Mr. Burton. I do believe that I owe you money. In fact, as I remember, I am in debt to you the sum of 10 gold pieces. And, if you were to loan me some sort of sharp tool, like a knife, so that I might knock over that ice cream cart over there, I'd start to make good on it immediately. I give my word, Sir. Cha, BR:6.

Assuming it works, I walk up casually behind the gnome, and then put the knife to his neck.

Alright motherfucker. Did you know Cronkite Cones is a registered Trademark of Onze and the Greater Island Kingdoms?! Give me vanilla motherfucker! Give me your fucking vanilla!

Does it taste like my Grandpa's vanilla?

Who do you work for motherfucker?! I put some pressure on the blade. Who do you fucking work for?!  ¶ 9:02 AM