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I recently re-acquired an Umnumzaan, which I hadn't had in the collection for a good couple years. I was sitting in my living room across from the wife, who is, shall we say... noise sensitive at 'princess and the pea' levels. I pulled it out and her eyes landed on me with the same level of pregnant meaning to which I've grown accustomed from her whenever knife-flipping is about to commence and disturb the serene quite that she craves like some sort of silence vampire.
I grinned and said, "You wanna see something cool?" I then flicked the knife open, with the ninja-like silence that the O-rings on the Umnum thumbstuds affords. Her eyes widened in delight. Making that that first and perhaps only time that my knife addiction has actually pleased her. I have marked the date on the calendar and plan to petition the government to make it a federal holiday.
I grinned and said, "You wanna see something cool?" I then flicked the knife open, with the ninja-like silence that the O-rings on the Umnum thumbstuds affords. Her eyes widened in delight. Making that that first and perhaps only time that my knife addiction has actually pleased her. I have marked the date on the calendar and plan to petition the government to make it a federal holiday.