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Interlude: Semiramis (224)
🕑 Added 2023-11-16 04:28:25 +0000 UTCAfter Ainz’s meeting with Olga, he quickly said goodbye, then set off in search of Ozymandias, this time knowing exactly where the obnoxious ruler was… But still not knowing very well what exactly he should say, least of all what he should expect from him.
Ainz was somewhat familiar with Ozymandias, if the bare conversation they had while preparing the attack on Camelot could be called that. They hadn’t even met in person! Ainz was not even completely sure what exactly the title of ‘Pharaoh’ meant. He understood from the context that it was some kind of title for a ruler, and apparently a very prestigious title at that, but nothing more than that.
There wasn’t any Egyptian expansion in YGGDRASIL, the game focusing more on Nordic myths with some other famous mythologies added to it, so he doesn’t really know about Egyptian titles well.
Ainz's second meeting with Ozymandias, on the other hand, had not gone well. If it hadn't been for Arthur appearing out of nowhere, it was hard for Ainz to imagine how he would have been able to easily resolve his conflict with the Servant without it coming to blows.
In that second meeting, there had been a standing issue that made their relationship even more rocky, the matter of Ozymandias demanding special treatment, citing his need for more rooms to be allocated to him. Something which Ainz was unwilling to satisfy.
One reason being that it would show favoritism towards Ozymandias, above even his girls, by the way, never mind the fact that space is at a premium right now. Second, acceding to Ozymandias’ demands would put into question his position as the boss. Even if he wanted to let go of the responsibility of handling such hard-headed Servants like Nobunaga, Scáthach, and now Ozymandias…
Ainz, after walking a few more steps, exhaled irritably and frowned.
To hell with formalities and false excuses, at least to himself. Yes, it was hard for him to say that he was not in charge in regard to his Servant!
There was a practical side to such a decision; first of all having a united battle tactics, simplifying the management of Servants, their general strategy of behavior in Singularities and maintaining morale in his subordinates… But, if he stopped lying, at least to himself, there was another reason for it as well, a personal one.
Strictly speaking, he wasn't a bad boss, was he? At least he would like to think so, there was never a complaint! Discounting Nobunaga, which he had already handled, then Scáthach trying to kill him, and then now Ozymandias’ demands… Okay, there might be some things that can be improved, but he was not a bad employee either!
Olga never complained at least… Though he is sleeping with his boss, so her opinion might be compromised…
Anyway! After the end of the second Singularity, he had gotten a good enough grasp of his responsibilities, corrected his past mistakes. Ever since then, during the four subsequent Singularities, he had not suffered a single loss of life among his Servants. He had also faithfully completed his assigned task each time, resolving the Singularities, and had been commended for it in the end. Verbally at least… Asking for material compensation when Humanity, and Chaldea by extension, is in a crisis seems to be in a bad taste in his opinion.
In general, Ainz thought he was a pretty good leader.
Sure, Ainz might have no experience about being a leader, other than his years as Guild Master in YGGDRASIL that is, though he doubts that he could put such a thing in his resume.
In fact, before coming to this world, Ainz had been nothing, just another cog in the giant corporate machine, and a very small cog at that. Even in YGGDRASIL, even though he was always with his friends and in the position of guild-master, he was just a nominal leader, more of a friend to all. A mediator that maintained relationships within the guild rather than a true leader.
All internal matters were decided by a vote between the guild members, with Ainz’s vote not counting more than his friends, other than perhaps in the very rare case of a deadlock. Strategies for Raids, whether it was for Dungeons or Bosses, were mostly decided by Punitto Moe with feedback from the others. Even as a combatant, Ainz was at best slightly above average, which, given his ineffective build, was an achievement in itself – but only just.
Here, however, in this world, he was a leader. A true leader, a field commander, guiding the way forward, determining tactics, supporting his Servants, someone that his subordinates look up to for solving problems.
It wasn't the power that went along with his position as a leader that attracted Ainz. Did he need the title for the sake of power? As arguably the most powerful mage in Chaldea, something that still took him a moment to internalize even after he had realized just how strong he actually is. Not that he would allow himself to grow arrogant, of course, but Ainz could impose his will on anyone, by brute force if necessary. Not to mention the fact that simply being a Master, he could control all the Servants without lifting a finger, simply by controlling the flow of mana to the Servants themselves.
Ainz didn't need power, nor the prestige of the position per se, but as a leader… It was more than the power, it was the recognition. Some measure of the trust that was placed in him by Olga, the rest of Chaldea and the Servants, an official recognition not only of his abilities, but also of his actions, of the trust placed in him. Something that Ainz treasure.
Ainz wasn't about to simply relinquish that because some high-ranking rich man, summoned by Ainz himself, had simply demanded it!
But still, at the same time, Ainz realized that nothing good would come of his likely doomed plan to simply demand that Ozymandias swallow his pride and ambition and behave like a subordinate. Unless Ainz considered a possible battle a ‘good’ outcome, that is.
Perhaps Ainz was simply painting with a wide brush, using knowledge from a past world that might not apply here, but Ainz knew similar types of people like Ozymandias. He highly doubted that just one measly transfer to another world had changed how those kinds of people would react to a challenge to their privilege.
Those petty kings ruling their small kingdoms would fight tooth and nail for any perceived, miniscule slight, and here Ainz was about to confront a ‘Pharaoh’, and the slight would neither only be perceived, nor miniscule. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too paranoid to use prepare a Super-Tier spell in case it comes to blows.
The closer Ainz moved to Ozymandias' room, the more and more thoughtful Ainz became as he tried to think of exactly what he could say to Ozymandias, words that would not provoke an already seemingly inevitable conflict. Though of course, Ainz could always just close his eyes and step into the unknown, hoping that his random actions and awkward attempts at negotiation would lead him to the desired outcome.
Why, this sort of thing had happened to Ainz more than once!
However, as Punitto Moe likes to say it, having your plans to rely on luck was not a plan at all. Needless to say, not something that Ainz wanted to do, at least because it could serve as an additional argument for ceding his position of leadership. Luck, unlike hope, couldn't spring eternal, could it?
However, unlike how he presented himself, Ainz doesn’t actually have all the answers, and since he could already hear Ozymandias grumbling, he was already out of time. In fact, after just another turn of the corridor, he would reach Ozymandias. Were he to look back on this occasion in the future, Ainz would thank his lucky stars, as he literally crashed into the solution for his trouble with Ozymandias.
Or at least the way to postpone his meeting with Ozymandias.
Crashing into something small and rather soft, the person let out a slightly surprised half-squeak as they tried their best to halt themselves from falling over. Luckily, Ainz’s reflex took over, and he grabbed out with his hands to prevent the person from falling before he could take a look at who he had just crashed into.
"Semiramis?" Ainz could only stare as he realized just who it was he had crashed into.
“You brainless cretin, how did your parents survive the sin of your…!” Semiramis’ venom-filled voice cried out before stopping like a scratched record as she realized the identity of the cause of her discomfort and looked up at her Master and blinked, "Ainz?"
Ainz pondered the situation at hand for a moment before pulling away from the girl, setting her back on her feet. “I beg your pardon, I wasn't paying attention at all to where I was going-I was just thinking a bit…”
“It's no problem!” Semiramis immediately rushed to reassure Ainz, with only a slight twinkle of nervousness in her voice. “It's me who needs to be more careful, I didn't see where I was going!”
Semiramis tried to smile good-naturedly, to mask just how nervous she was. But, due to her complete unfamiliarity with the very concept of such a thing, all her smiles were charming and mocking in her position as Queen of Assyria. It only made Ainz wonder if he had accidentally hit some pain point of Semiramis. Of course, he tried to apologize again.
“No, if you're in pain, I might suggest getting help…” Ainz wanted to suggest that Semiramis go to the medical office, maybe to get some pain medicine, but of course that’s not how Semiramis sees it.
Semiramis' face, after a moment of blank surprise, suddenly reflected panicked fear, after which she raised her hands in an almost defensive gesture. “No, I am fully functional and ready to follow all orders, don't worry, I absolutely do not need help, medicine, or strange magic to increase my efficiency.…”
“Hmm, okay?” Ainz, not quite sure what Semiramis was talking about, just nodded, and then, looking at her still pained face, a result of Semiramis trying to pass off as a friendly smile, decided not to ask her about her condition. But then Ainz remembered his past determination, just hours ago he had committed himself to meeting with all the new Servants, and isn’t there one in front of him?
Who knows, he might get a clue in how to handle Ozymandias. "Speaking of which, how are you settling in? Is it going fine, or do you have any questions or concerns?”
“No, no! Everything is great, there are no problems at all!” Semiramis half shouted as her face stretched in such an unnatural grimace that Ainz thought for a second that right now, Semiramis had a huge and extremely painful internal bleeding and had no more than a few minutes to live,- “Why, did I, ahem, give you any idea that I was dissatisfied with my current situation?”
“No.”, Ainz was once again perplexed by the strange words that Semiramis had used, but thought nothing of it. “It's just that Ozymandias, for example, was clearly dissatisfied and quite vocal about it, to the point that it caused some conflict in Chaldea, one that I was about to handle… That's why I wondered whether everything was fine with you… Semiramis?”
Ainz could not finish speaking before he was interrupted by a loud thud. Ainz looked at Semiramis, or rather, at the place where she had been a few moments ago, and saw nothing. It took a moment, and a flash of Emotional Suppression, before his mind could understand the fact that Semiramis had just collapsed.
Looking upon the girl's almost breathless, collapsed body, Ainz bit out a curse at himself, apparently he had really hurt her badly in their collision. And she was even trying to hide her problems, even if, judging by her expressions just moments before, she wasn't very good at it.
Ainz should definitely treat her more gently in the future…
Sighing, Ainz leaned over, then lifted Semiramis unconscious body gently from the floor, not wanting to exacerbate her condition. Glancing back at the corridor where Semiramis had come from, which was literally abuzz with discontent due to the sound of Ozymandias' irritation in the distance, Ainz walked away. He vowed that next time he would definitely get to the main, at the moment, concern among all his Servants.
***
Losing consciousness for Servants was a rare event, but it was not impossible. With the strange way Servants still retained their human personalities and the features of their mostly human bodies. And so at the moment, despite the disruption of the normal course of the dream cycle linking the Servant and Master by means of dreams, memories of the past lives of the two now linked people. Semiramis was having a disgusting nightmare.
A nightmare in which Semiramis found herself summoned by Ainz, the embodiment of evil, death, and terror from beyond the edge of existence, someone even the First Hassan had recognized as dangerous. To become his Servant.
Already this fact denoted that Semiramis' dream was a nightmare, but as if this nightmare was not enough, it did not end there, no.
Semiramis was a Servant of the Assassin class, and due to her unique skill, was not like other Servants in that class, she was not a Hassan for one. But more unique than that, she was an Assassin who was a Caster at the same time.
Indeed, looking at her soaring magical fortress, control of chains, magic, and her considerable weakness in direct combat, made doubly worse as a Caster and Assassin, she relied more on her own magic than any direct confrontation. It was easy to imagine that she was a Caster, with her only Assassin heritage, her legend of poisoning her husband.
However, Semiramis was still an Assassin, albeit not the most outstanding as an Assassin proper. She had the skill of Presence Concealment, albeit not of the highest rank, and moreover, her own way of thinking, with which she wished to survive the current predicament she had found herself in.
She simply needed to follow three points to survive. Point one, stay out of Ainz' sight. Point two, don't provoke Ainz to change her status, currently stuck at being Servant, which in the case of discussing relations with an unrecognizable evil was not the worst outcome. And point three, finding allies.
Of course, Semiramis was not too hopeful that she would be able to collect a force that could stand up to the being who had defeated the First Hassan. But ‘strength in numbers’ was an old and tried and tested technique. At least, by finding allies, she would be able to counter Ainz's influence, or at least be able to argue her case should her well-being ever be put in jeopardy.
Well, or Semiramis could hope for that, because she had nothing else to hope for at the moment.
However, when Semiramis, hiding her presence, secretly went in search of possible allies, failures began to befall her one by one.
At first, Semiramis' had her eyes on a possible powerful ally, who had already demonstrated her hatred for Ainz, and who was familiar with Ainz, King Arthur. And only God knew exactly what version of King Arthur the girl summoned by Ainz was.
However, when Semiramis, after waiting a little while, headed towards King Arthur, still trying to hide from Ainz, what exactly did she see? Ainz, calmly conversing with the very King Arthur that Semiramis considered his implacable opponent! Moreover, getting closer, Semiramis heard about how King Arthur was actually fraternizing with Ainz, talking about how similar and close they actually were!
Such a serious blow to her plan of survival, caused Semiramis to instantly rush away, practically panicking as she tried to determine on the fly how badly she had miscalculated her decision. Not only had she almost gotten caught by Ainz – Arthur, whom Semiramis had staked her hatred of Ainz on, was suddenly his friend!
But Semiramis, having retreated, did not give up so easily. No, after thinking over what had happened again, Semiramis decided not to approach anyone Ainz had clearly already known in the past, fearing how easily Ainz could influence his past acquaintances. Instead, Semiramis decided to bet on King Arthur, the other one, the Goddess of Camelot, and, once she got to her, steer the latter in the right direction with her scheming.
It was unlikely that the latter possessed the fullness of mind at the moment to counter Semiramis' scheming and honeyed words. And, most importantly, the Goddess actually had no ties with Ainz until their meeting in Singularity!
Therefore, once again concealing herself, Semiramis traveled forward towards the Goddess’ room… Only to witness the Goddess of Camelot willingly offer to give Ainz her spear! Her Noble Phantasm!
Semiramis fled again, her mind consumed by panic, desperately trying to find a way out of her current situation before her mind, her plan scuffed before she could even put it into motion. Does Ainz know? Is he mocking her right now, with how easily he had cut her string of life?
Her panicked thoughts converged on the only possible way out of her current situation.
Ozymandias. Ainz had yet to meet Ozymandias, and judging by how they acted in the Summoning Room, Ainz was in conflict with Ozymandias! And Ozymandias was strong, and therefore Semiramis could hope to find at least a crumb of strength in his person to counter Ainz's strength.
And, on her way to Ozymandias, once again hiding her presence… Semiramis found herself face to face, body to body even, with Ainz. At once, her life flashed before her eyes, Ainz had deemed it needed to deal with her personally, she had run out of chances.
Of course, what Semiramis should have done first, Semiramis did.
Instantly she pulled away from Ainz, as if his hands were made out of acid, which it might as well be. But, before she could even make some excuse to justify herself, instantly Ainz arrogantly turned to her as if he had not ‘noticed’ her, after which he mockingly asked her if it ‘hurt’ to be ignored by Ainz. After which he offered her to ‘get better’, to ‘correct her faults’ under the guidance of Ainz himself, and only the creatures from beyond the edge knew what such ‘correction’ would include.
So of course Semiramis tried to brush aside Ainz's insistent ingratiating tone, mocking her under the guise of worry. All thoughts of Ozymandias and trying to form an alliance were instantly forgotten and discarded in favor of the need for immediate survival. She wanted nothing else but to escape from the gaze of evil incarnate, to go back to a place where at least Ainz wasn't going to chase her.
Before Ainz’s next words caused her world to stumble. Ainz started comparing her to Ozymandias, talking about how 'Ozymandias didn't like' his current situation… And a terrible picture formed in Semiramis' mind.
All this time, all her failed attempts to find an ally, all these failed steps followed by Semiramis only to stumble upon Ainz and her plans lying in ruins… All of this was no accident or coincidence. No, it was all part of Ainz' plan!
Ainz knew, saw like the palm of his hand all of Semiramis' moves, and controlled her. Appearing always one step ahead of her, in mockery, allowing the hapless Semiramis to trap herself in hope, trying to find a way out of her hopeless situation, before trampling her. Each time one step ahead, the possible allies she had counted on, each time Semiramis tried to reach them, she would only be met with Ainz. Who would literally prove to her before her eyes that her hope was nothing more than a delusion of her own free will, a desperate attempt to escape the nightmare that brought the more pain, the more hopeful Semiramis was.
And when Semiramis realized this fact, she awoke from that horrifying dream, back to reality.
Slowly, Semiramis, coming back from the horrifying nightmare, opened her eyes, before realizing that she was lying on a bed. On the same small bed, insulting to her status as Queen of Assyria, that had been allotted to her in the dream after the monster had summoned her to Chaldea. The bed after she had met Ainz… That sat not far from her.
Semiramis closed her eyes, not trusting even her praised ruler's self-control in not crying at this realization at the moment. It seemed that the evil incarnate, Ainz, had a knack for turning even the craziest nightmares into reality, blurring the line between dream and waking world.
Slowly and with control to not start sobbing, Semiramis drew air in through her nose and exhaled it through her mouth. Then once more… She wanted nothing more than to cry, to give up.
But, she was alive at the moment. Wasn't that the most important thing right now? Wasn't that already enough to consider her life a success? She obviously couldn't consider her life a success if she didn't have a life, could she? And so having a life was the thing that Semiramis had to have in order to claim that her life was happy and successful, right? Which means Semiramis could say that she had already fulfilled the key point necessary to say that her life was happy and fortunate!
Semiramis comforted herself with that deluded thought for the moment, before opening one eye and looking at Ainz, who had not disappeared from her sight. Even delusions had their limits… And Semiramis had not just exhausted hers, but had clearly already gone beyond them.
However, even if Semiramis had shut her eyes as hard as she could and refused to recognize the reality of her current situation, Ainz, the creature from her nightmares, would not disappear. And so, after stealing a few more seconds to breathe in and out slowly, Semiramis forced herself to open her eyes, facing Ainz.
What would be the punishment for her willfulness? This hideous dance of victim and murderer, prey and hunter, had to come to an end sometime, didn't it?
Or did Ainz wish to continue his twisted games, to dangle the bait of unattainable freedom, a chance for Semiramis to win. Watching gleefully as more and more despair burst into Semiramis’ soul each time she inevitably failed.
Semiramis exhaled sharply before rising from her seat, glaring at Ainz, finding in the deepest hidden pockets of her soul a piece of pride and willfulness that belonged to her, before crossing her eyes with Ainz almost defiantly.
Let it be! Let it be so, but after all, she was Semiramis, Semiramis of Assyria! She lived a queen, and if some magi decided to interrupt her path in this world, to punish her for her willfulness, she would not meet death like a trembling cornered doe! She would meet the enemy with her head held high to pronounce that she was Semiramis, and all the horrors of this world were not to take away her crown!
However, Ainz, seeing the fire of rage in Semiramis' eyes, only calmly allowed her to look into his eyes before asking something calmly. "Is everything alright?”
At these words, Semiramis almost laughed, but held herself back. ‘Is everything alright?’ a question that hinted that her current state, the residual strength found within her, the inner core of defiance she had dredged up forcefully to confront her own death, was not her norm. That she was supposed to be afraid of Ainz and be a cornered beast…
No, absolutely not, she refused to back down!
“Yes!”
Semiramis exclaimed with a sense of satisfaction, relishing the simple phrase that had restored her power over her destiny. Waiting for the moment when Ainz couldn't stand Semiramis' taunt and…
“Good," Ainz nodded calmly, "I was beginning to worry.”
That simple phrase was a blade that went deep into Semiramis' body, reaching all the way to her heart. He's been waiting for this!
The barrier that had been built, the fire that had been lit in her soul, instantly caused Semiramis to remember what she had remembered only a dozen seconds ago.
Of course, Ainz had been taunting her, teasing her with the freedom just steps away, enjoying her despair. But you can't have despair without hope, you can't have disappointment unless you're willing to break free of this web.
And she, broken once again by Ainz's manipulations, had found the strength to regain her spirit, only to find that Ainz had allowed her to regain her strength. Only so that Ainz could tease her again with freedom, so that Ainz could once again destroy her will to live, so that he could taunt her further.
That was exactly what Ainz had been waiting for, just as he had been until this moment, guiding and manipulating Semiramis, making her dance to his song. And Semiramis was doing exactly what she had been ordered to do. The one who had thrown Semiramis off the throne didn't stop there, even when remembering that confrontation in her Floating Gardens caused her pain, every action he took was only to humiliate her further.
And even that wasn't enough! He enjoyed watching Semiramis herself follow his whims, prolonging her suffering more and more. All without him having to do anything, Semiramis was forced to trample on her pride time and time again, all in order to survive.
The thought made Semiramis involuntarily clutch at her heart, the realization that even by choosing to confront Ainz, she had fallen into only one of his many manipulative schemes. And here Ainz is, mocking her.
Semiramis raised her gaze, full of anger, and venom, ready to spite Ainz… Before lowering it again. What good could her pride do, her willingness to continue the battle, if that was what had caused her downfall? What could Semiramis accomplish if Ainz' plan relied precisely on her continuing the battle? Just surrender? But after all, that was also part of Ainz' plan!
Plans within plans, and every step she took was just another flutter of a gnat caught in a spider's web.
Semiramis didn't know what exactly she was supposed to say or do right now. To continue fluttering against Ainz, fanning the remnants of her inner flame, knowing that this was what was causing her suffering, or to give up, to simply back down and admit defeat, surrendering herself to the mercy of the victor?!
“What… what happens next?” Unable to endure even a second more of her depressed musings, Semiramis asked Ainz the question. Even realizing that right now she was asking the Devil a question, Semiramis simply couldn't stand the constant heat of defeat, the endless mind games. If Ainz was pursuing his final goal, Semiramis could only surrender to the mercy of the victor. If Ainz enjoyed watching her suffer, Semiramis could only lower her head and admit defeat.
Ainz didn't answer Semiramis' question immediately, turning to her uncertainly, "Semiramis? Are you sure you're okay?”
If Semiramis had any strength left, she would have grinned at the fact that even after achieving a final stunning victory, Ainz had not let her out of his web, continuing his mind games. She could admit the fact that if their place was reversed, she too would be acting the same.
But Semiramis was the one defeated. If doing such was to Ainz's perverse pleasure, then Semiramis had only to take it and suffer the misfortune of all mankind when an unrecognizable evil from beyond the fringe turned its gaze upon the world.
Ainz, however, did not say anything more, staying silent for a few moments, letting Semiramis stew in her defeat. “Well, ahem… I suppose… Nothing’s wrong?”
Semiramis could only grin at that, wondering what exactly was behind those deceptively beautiful words, ‘nothing’? Nothing new, just continued torture? Nothing that a broken and defeated queen of Assyria could care about?
“I mean, if you need help, I'm willing to help you,” Ainz's words cut through Semiramis's mind. Well yeah, of course help… As if Semiramis could count on Ainz's help being anything but another trap.
“Help, huh…” Semiramis didn't even bother trying to keep up her usual royal tone, only snorting in a completely plebeian manner. “And what does your… Help, entails?”
“Well, if you are in pain, I can cure it…” Ainz's words made Semiramis smirk venomously. Haha, is that how it is?. After all, it was me who was to blame for what happened…
This is Ainz' plan… Semiramis could see it now, alas she was already inside of it, trapped, before she could realize just how tangled in the webs she was.
Already knowing what Ainz' answer would be, Semiramis looked up at him. "And what is the price for your… Help?”
“Well, ahem, none really… I just wanted to help my Servant.” Ainz' words brought Semiramis clarity, the realization that her previous assumption was true.
So that was how it was. All these games, all this agony had been designed to break Semiramis, so that she could be ‘fixed’ to fit Ainz’s will.
What a laughable irony, she could see the beautiful poison offered to her, and here Ainz is, offering her an opportunity to take the poison herself. Ainz had broken her first, destroyed every possibility in her mind to rebel from his control, only in the end to offer her a 'way' to save herself from this torment.
To give her a new purpose to replace the one destroyed.
First, Ainz destroyed any hint of her insubordination, then he offered the proud queen of Assyria to ‘become a Servant’, to offer Ainz her loyalty in return for her agonizing emptiness. To close the wound inflicted on her, this time building her purpose around loyalty and submission to the will of her Master, and as a reward, Ainz was willing to spare Semiramis the pain of confronting him.
If she were not the subject of pain and manipulation, she could clap with how masterfully Ainz had manipulated her.
Semiramis smiled acrimoniously, then made her decision, raising her gaze sharply upward. "Alright, Ainz… Master, I accept your terms.”
***
‘I realize it's my fault for not watching where I was going, causing me to crash into you and cause a bunch of problems… But why all the drama!?’ Ainz looked at Semiramis glaring at him with a strange emotion in her gaze before sighing and shrugging his shoulders. ‘Women!’
Comments
Romulus
Lovely chapter.
Abaddon Lucifer
Thx.
Russian Reversal
I now have another newfound admiration for the shounen protags that can push through torn ligaments now. Never before thought about how actually painful a 'random injury that protag suffers' ca be.
Russian Reversal
Always there to warn you about!
Martian
Weirdly enough yeah, fridges are a pain to move, also pro tip 3 dudes aren’t a substitute for actual moving equipment that’s something I learned
Burkes
I did not know, and will now stay vigilant of any falling fridges in the area. Thank you sir 🫡
Russian Reversal
Sorry for the delay. On a completely random and absolutely surely not-connected note - do you know, that torn ligaments are not just some minor bruises, but actually can be excrutiatingly painful, especially when you drop a fridge on your foot?
