Well, I tried it twice. I gave it my best effort. No pressure. Great prep.
The feather tried to kill me. It is not made of steel - it's pure, concentrated evil in a small form. It giggled at me as it sliced and diced. Two passes of utter hell.
Feather, I detest thee.
Back to Derby I go.
The feather tried to kill me. It is not made of steel - it's pure, concentrated evil in a small form. It giggled at me as it sliced and diced. Two passes of utter hell.
Feather, I detest thee.
Back to Derby I go.