@ Kestrel I love the irony you pointed out.
And that pun is golden.
No, the pun is ironclad.
That's it, you've made me alloyed, no, downright ferrous. This forgery of language is making me slag, the shear madness of this has made me lose my temper! I'll see to it that your crimes are burnished! Now I'm going to put you to rust! You had best steel yourself! I'll be on top of you like a magnet a'ight? So watch your back, lest I Run you through! I'll hang your skin to dry like an ox 'ide, and cast your entrails into the sea! You must be rigid in terror at what you've wrought! You're fluxed now, done, furnaced! You were an ingot to fool with me, you must clearly be dense! I hope your skull is as malleable as your wordplay because I'm about to make an impact on your taste in humor! Your feeble shenanigans don't compress me, yield now and and it will be over quickly!
Now I'm brazen, I'm bronzed,
You defy my silver lining?
Inlay yourself, with my platinum puns of glory,
Don't even bother trying to resist, on the Rockwell scale I eat diamonds,
Malleable? My pun malle-ability is unparalleled, a lattice, a wire, fine yet impossible,
Rigid, not brittle, I will not need to steel myself,
An impact only shines, stupendously, sincere, sonorous in nature, elastic in quality,
My puns, are more reactive, than potassium,
radioactive, a horneblend of every single mix,
Valuable, rare, and truly aluminium,
Fluid, dynamic, a real Queen mercury
Why don't you bend your knee, and please, do accept defeat,
For my puns are so airtight that they will never rust,
Whilst yours are barely even magma-safe!