You username is now a hitman sent to kill you. How do you try stop it?

I- um… Drink it I guess?

I’d hit her with a 70% tax rate on spinning.

Throw glitter at him, force him to be present in a highly extroverted situation, then take his Starbucks cup & smash it to the ground.

Well, shit.

My username is what we used to call this lovely ginger cat that hung around the Aberystwyth Uni boathouse. He’d always hang around when we packed the boats up after a sailing session in hopes of a snack. He’s very friendly so I’d just throw him some food.