But my beer. My delicious beer.

If you want it back so badly...

You are bad and should feel bad.

You can have mine
*Passes beer*
Now I will go back to crying about how the girl of my dreams doesn't know I love her
*Intense crying*

tosses virgin Blood of a fresh skinned loyalist. Drink this my sister of chaos and dance with the dark gods in blood.

Ahah! So dog poison. Now we're getting somewhere.

I don't know why you want to kill the Space Wolves, but I support your noble goals.

Dammit Man! Pull yourself together, otherwise I got a great workshop on my ship for ya, run by my Surgical Lead Urgog called "Quite Bein a Whinin' Git Orz I Gonna Scienz Ya!"

*zoidburg voice*
Awww...

man up brother and just tell her how you feel or lose her forever.

*leaps into the air to intercept that beer*

Two words, Huge anxiety