How on earth, dear fellow, did you get "trust me" out of that command? No. I truly couldn't give less of a damn how you feel about me. [ Not true, but, well, you know. ] Let's just say that not being a child murderer also extends to not wanting to wake up one day to find a trail of tiny feet and dismembered chubby little arms. And forewarned, forearmed, etc. - and you, dear fellow, are quite a weapons-hoarder.
Run it past someone else. See if they share my fears. If they don't, then fine, tell me to go screw. But if someone else is also ever so torn up with worry for the tiny babies, then maybe you might want to consider spilling one or two of those secrets of yours.
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Run it past someone else. See if they share my fears. If they don't, then fine, tell me to go screw. But if someone else is also ever so torn up with worry for the tiny babies, then maybe you might want to consider spilling one or two of those secrets of yours.