When you threaten me and mine, I warn you with a loud listen. Or a sharp sniff. This stick is my stick, that stick is my stick too. I can't sing it, but you can imagine it. Furthermore, I'm not always in this "harness," nor am I always so willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. So, were I you, and I'm not you, luckily, I would move on.
Taken: 04/10/2010 in Brooklyn, NY. While humans often come to lament the awful ordeal that is a "Stickup," this gent will only admit that he's not happy with the stick down. Other than that, all's well.
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