The Suitor the Shooter and the silent auction

"Silence suits me just fine. Say no more.

If so inclined. Your silence speaks volumes Simon. Thought it reeks of falsehoods. Anyone can see.

It’s just part of a costume. Clearly biting your tongue feels so wrong. It’s exhausted you. At what cost Mr Mayhues?"

A quick gloss I’d thought. Before the swords cross. And a war of words is launched. I didn’t toss my hat into the ring a lot. I did speak up when the pot called me a kettle black. Confirmed by a tip of my hat. Only a childish fool gets goaded into a lesser gentlemen’s spat. Disarming loaded questions. Without hesitation. No more tit for tat spats. Far from that.You don’t gotta be a mime to figure it out. Stoping short. Miss quoting. You got ghosted dually noted. Loose lips sink ships. So pipe down or we will trade more than quips. Your swimming with sharks now Drip. Sync or swim against the current and get your fins clipped.

"What was that Drip?"

Replied Mr. Simon Mayhues. Opening up and taking the offensive. Repeating oneself being so contentious.