Nope nope, I just take pictures to chronicle the Pickle's slow transition to a hipster.
Once he falls 100% victim to the taint I will execute him for the good of mankind.
Pickle is a dear friend of mine, and I am proud to know him, but the day he shows up to play tennis wearing a scarf tied in the European style when it is not below freezing will be his last.
He will be shot with a silvered .45, and a basalt stake will be driven through his heart.
You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.