[Backdated to just after this thread. Jake sounds really really pissed off.]
-cking place, I swear to Eywa... Hello? Hello? If anyone's listening, this island is fucking lekye’ung! You can get shot in the fucking chest at point-blank range, and be perfectly fine. This place ain't right!
All right, this is extreme even by your standards. You could just phone me. On my phone. Or email. Could ask me to meet for a coffee. No. No. You just have to go for the dramatic effect. Now what?