Charity

Ghaaa! Why is the butter so solid?

*I laugh from the side.* You've trained it well in the lactosal arts, Master. It has learned how to not bend. *I give a small bow.*

*chainsaw sputters as the blade grinds against unyielding butter* Oh, SHUT it! You wanna see what happens when concrete meets my LEFT hand? *brandishes the saw threateningly*