I like that this one takes it to a new level, where it’s more of an internal monologue. You know, you’re not being told by someone who is obviously more aware of the surroundings than you are that you are scaring the hoes. You are now aware that the hoes are scared and you now wish that you could go back to a time before the hoes were scared, because in that scenario, you can’t just turn off Pulse Demon and then the hoes go back to a natural state of being. The hoes have been shaken. The natural order has been disrupted, and you can’t just close Pandora’s box, expecting things to go back to normal. It doesn’t work that way.

Sorry, my English is terrible
Pardon for my inexcusably poor understanding of the Anglo-Frisian-Germanic language, and thus regional dialects, known by native speakers as "English". Indeed I do give my upmost effort to educate myself and better my understanding and thus comprehension of such an unusual yet widely used modern foreign language, but alas my efforts have so far encountered nothing but limited success. The combinations of both Latin and Germanic lexis have so far proved to be a serious tribulation for my progress.

However, I do not share such linguistic capabilities and expansive lexicon in my understanding of "English", so therefore I must once again profusely apologise for my such poor use of the vocabulary, Grammar and other such linguistic factors that one must consider in this context.

wtf

Vitor, seja minha esposa

que boiolão é esse que esta na minha steam?

Que violência.