Not by far even close to doing justice to Rob Thiers original, this my fellow ifrits is to placate you while you impatiently wait for Wednesdays. ************************* 'Shutup & drink this.' He commanded, extending a cup of vile liquid towards my face. I eyed it distastefully, it looked pukeworthy. His eyes narrowed infinitesimally at the face I was making. 'You will drink this miss Linton & I will brook no arguments.' I looked up at his face to see determination set in stone. 'No.' I shook my head 'Would you rather I force it down your throat?' He asked calmly. I glared at him. 'You wouldn't dare!'