Last night, I had the dubious honor of attempting to engage my nemesis in dialog. Photographic evidence of the two styles of Pretzeling have since surfaced.
Please note the narrow, beady eyes and the perpetual scowl of the Tusker.
Please note the narrow, beady eyes and the perpetual scowl of the Tusker.
Opposing the Tusker, we have the dignity and class of the Fangs. Enlightened, friendly, and, above all, in possession of a hookah, the ultimate symbol of class.
However, attempts were made at compromise. I am not unreasonable, and if it will end the bloodshed of the Dental Pretzel Wars, I could see lowering myself to work with a lowly Tusker. However, our attempts at compromise failed, resulting in a hideous creation literally exploding with teeth. Warning: This is not for the faint of heart.
JESUS RUN--
Well, Fanger, at least we can both agree on one thing: there is no middle ground in this war.
ReplyDeleteWhosoever claims to be Switzerland SHALL BE CRUSHED.