[maxwell]

Ah, the room doth breatheth witheth most sweetest aire! Is it she? Naw it cannot be... But my heart dotheth race fondly, as twer a young suckle-goat to x42's love embrace...
A light breaks yonder! Somebody gettest me a broome! The Goddess draws nigh! A lady faire of such beauteous countenance arriveth! Be still my heart which poundethly wild! Goldurnit mah heartburn's actin' up again... I leap, nay, bound into the baskiness of her sweete favour!

[.30Carbine]

What, be there a Compliment Me Again button as well, most noble knight and fair?