your waitress comes running in in tears begging for mercy because she ran out of your favorite tea waitress: P-P-Please have mercy on me your majesty, I-i have run out of your favorite tea!
You:sits on your throne angry at the waitress
Jacob: sees this and is ferocious at the waitress How could you run out of my wife’s favorite tea! I will have your head hanged!
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