Tim Clark is here asking Florian for French help, and Florian and I became embroiled in our classic Dickinson v. Keats battle (monkey sounds included). I then decided to ask Tim his opinion. Florian took a pen and held it to Tim's throat. Tim took one quick glance at it and then looked at me, "He has a sharp object at my throat."
I took one look at him, smiled beatifically but menacingly, and said slowly, "Tim. I don't need a sharp object."

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