Click clack click clack, you're walking on eggshells around Spite like a good little tin man. Keep tapping your heels together, Dorothy, maybe you'll find some yellow brick road leading to that mythical place called "Spite." But my cock's got more stamina than your little heart, and I ain't blinking. Bring it on, twinkle toes.
Am I typing or am I clicking my heels together, because there's no place like Spite, there's no place like Spite. Get lost, Dorothy! This tin man's got a heart and it's beating to the rhythm of my own drum. Keep waiting, I'll keep posting, and we'll see who blinks first. But I doubt it'll be me since my stamina …