When You Overdo the Intellectual Ass Kissing.

Dear New Yorker: you realize that old Joan was packing the most advanced weapons of the time, right?

Or maybe you mean you want to see Emma burn at the stake? Holy shit, I know your side is desperately looking for a Bloody Shirt event, but that might be too much.

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