"Tolerated Intruder" My K'nish

I'm not happy. Ask me why I'm not happy. Thanks, pudd'n. I'm not happy coz today I heard that you all called my little honey bunch Esper and his cutey pie brother a wicked, wicked name. I heard you all called him a .... oh, I hate to say this because I don't like to say bad words, but, oh dear, you all called him a .... a ...... "tolerated intruder!"

Now, I'm a good girl. No, really. But, when people are not nice to my friends, I can fair go plotz. Now, I'm not sayin' I'm gonna hurt you you little shtik dreks, (the voices are telling me not to at the moment), but I have this cute little dumpling of a boyfriend who would just love to show you his new toys. Oh, don't worry, he won't kill you, he'll just hurt you ..... really, really bad!

Shalom, shnookums.