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You'd drink it?

You'd serve it?

In the shortest skirt you can find me.

If you feed me poison, I'll swallow it down.

Should I sit in your lap and hold the cup to your mouth?

Is that what you want?

Not particularly.

But I like to keep all things in consideration.

How inspiring.

I thought so.

I'll pretend I believe you'd think that little of poisoning me.

Wouldn't you prefer a more intimate end?

Asleep in my bed with a full belly and a land at peace?

Grey and satisfied?

But all of that is for other men.

Is it? Or are you just not aspiring enough?

I don't share your ambition.

Not all, but some surely?

Surely.

Tell me one of them.