*Tank is about to grab Plymouth Fury Christine* Christine *opens her eyes and shows her sharp teeth with a growl* Christine: "Don't even think about throwing me, or you'll end up as a f***ing pile of raw meat. I repeat: Don't even think about it, or you'll regret it!!!Grawl! Snarl!!"
Why hello there Sir Giligon Von Tankington. How have you been these past years. Still the gentleman I remember you. I'd be happy to join you to the Witch's party. I'll bring some sugared biscuits and some cheese crumpets.