Apr 11, 2016
@fairmolossia
“M’as te crisser dehors.”
What the Hell, Americans were bad enough but Molossia wasn’t even technically American was he? He wasn’t even technically anything, a fake attempt at a country. And he might be slightly resentful for that last bit.
“First, you’re not getting my beer.” Jean grumbled, getting up and pointing at him, bottle in hand as he walked over, “Second, what the Christ are you doing on this side of the border. Don’t you bande de cons melt like the wicked witch when you see snow?”