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My partner has the same story about being horrified at and disappointed in Edmund, but I just don't understand - Turkish Delight is such a treat.
It's soft and yielding with a delightful sweet rose flavor and the powdered sugar melts into syrup in your mouth. How do people not like it?
Because rose flavour in food is disgusting.
So you dislike the thing that I like. Well, well. Guess what? I absolutely despise the things that you like. And the things you love? I abhor them. You must be a brute, a philistine, a barbarian, not only to have such an uneducated palate, but to have the foolishness to admit it. Ha ha, truly! This person has different tastes! Very bizarre but also absolutely wrong.
Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead drolex! HAAAAAARRRRK! Hark! Triton! Hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of drolex, even any scantling of your soul is drolex no more, but is now itself the sea!