You jump me, which is fair enough. Kuma asks to give you a hand so I cover my back by giving myself protection as your jump didn't go well, which is fair enough.

This is the interesting bit, you tell me to mould the wax and I obviously think you are joking but I give you the benefit of the doubt and tell you 'no'. To which you reply...

Someone spits a tight ball of phlegm at you.

I salute you, Pahn the legend!

Written by my hand on the 14th of Springflower, in the year 1175.