Ugh, pick up. Pick up pick up pick uuuuuuup. Okay, whatever, since you're ignoring me on the network I'm just gonna hope you get this before you have a sudden rush of testosterone. It's not your guy. Weasel-face is not your guy, so don't kill him, okay? In fact, if what he's telling me is true he's a fucking nuclear bomb or some shit. That means your usual m.o of punching the problem until it's not a problem anymore sucks untold amounts of balls for this situation.

I swear to god, if I don't hear from you in the next five minutes I am going to find you and shoot you myself as a precaution. Do not try to kill this guy.