[ Of which, the good Knight very obviously has none. Arthur wakes to his bracelet's tireless screeching on his day off bleary eyed and dazed and swatting around for the gem - ]
For the love of God, Gwaine, I will string you up by every individual one of your ridiculously feminine hairs -
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For the love of God, Gwaine, I will string you up by every individual one of your ridiculously feminine hairs -