"I am the x3 twue King of the x3 Wiwdewwest," sneered *twerks* Alvin, "and I do nyot duew with wunts. teww ;;w;; you what though, wunt. We'ww twy a w-wittwe test t-to see if you weawwy x3 awe a Tweachewous.Alvin threw wide his arms. "Kiww me," said Alvin softly. "Onye shot, *walks away* and I wiww nyot hit you back, wunt. See, I have nyot even OwO bothewed t-to dwaw *huggles tightly* my s-s-swowd. Kiww me…" *starts twerking* The Berserk rage was running through Fishlegs's veins, hot and pure as poison. But furious though he was, Fishlegs could not do it. The temper left him, and he drooped sadly. Alvin leaned forward and poked his iron mask in Fishlegs's face. "You see," purred Alvin "A >w< T-Tweachewous c-couwd that. >w< You awe nyot a Tweachewous, *twerks* you Nyo-Nyamed accident.^-^" Alvin turned his back on Fishlegs with a contemptuous swirl of his cloak, striding off to look for the Jewel.






















