Behold, the almighty Keshian and his delightfully dubious verbal communications. Betwixt his time having tits and flowing burnt-brick locks in the land of fantasy, and making sure his brain can bench 250, he has finally managed to discover our secret Reptilian plot. Our ancient and most hateful secret in which we talk to one another and avoid misunderstandings and completely unneeded declarations of war for the benefit of all, and attempt to avoid making eternal enemies because being a felonious-level masturbator is not covered by our insurance.
Forsooth, were we to engage in most painful battle against one another, 'twould be similar to reverse cowgirling a rusty cheesegrater, as said cheese-shredding device would likely be the only weapon to share between one team whilst clad only in oddly cracked tunics.
