Said I to Rob: "Sorry for being short on the phone today."
Said Rob: "I didn't realise you were being short, I'm not that intuitive."
Champion. Rob's radar doesn't pick up nasty; he just lets that big ol' warship sail right on by without taking a blow or firing a shot in retaliation. You see, warships are made for war, but when those you seek to engage in a bit of that age old game called battle simply refuse to acknowledge or, in this case, fail to see the warship at all, then suddenly the mighty warship becomes redundant. Or easily victorious. But that's not helpful to my arguement.
May I present to you Rob, your (irish accent) Warship: terrible in the crow's nest, blissfully unaware of his peace-making abilities.
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