Book of Boris — Chapter XLIV-A: The Courtesy Clause
(Sub-archive of The Discerned Power Continuum)
Verse 1: My kindness is gracious, not granted. It is offered, not owed; a choice, not a chain.
Verse 2: Mistake it for weakness, and you’ll meet my mercy’s expiration date. It’s stamped in silence, sealed in grin.
Verse 3: If you’re lucky, you’ll only see the teeth marks. If not—consider yourself proof I meant it.