Just so everyone knows where he stands, here is what Little Hawk's somewhat lame and mechanistic French says:

"I have a very low opinion of your stupid underwear. Your face is just like the back end of an old horse. I wish you would be thrown from a high window and trampled at the same time by a horde of Irish shrews! Go, be isolated with you!!"

Obviously his feelings are outstripping his capacity for composition, but you can get the general idea.

I open it to public MOAB opinion as to how I should take this kind of abuse. There are several possible approaches, one of which is to offer to meet Little Hawk on the field of honor, if he can find it. But perhaps he did not mean it? Or I could get a more subtle revenge by having Liebenscheiss give him a wrong diagnosis for a few months. Hmmmmm. Latent Lesbianism as a sequel to pre-natal exposure to undressed salads.... Ja! Ja!

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