* A figure approaches, one that you are not that happy to see *
Ah, I see the cat has brought in the Village mice from out of the fields.
* loud laughter *
What is the matter, could ye not face off the South so ye come back here for comfort?
* Flashes a long sword like lightning and quickly brings the sharp pointed tip to the Adam's apple of Kalife where he is now lymph and helpless *
Meh ears may have deceived me, what did ye say little man?