Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

When I watched the mushroom clouds rising, I thought that it was someone's sick joke. I'd prayed for something to wipe away the debt, but this was not what I had in mind.

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

I might have had just a bit of Jet before operating. So I nipped a few arteries I shouldn't have? Who hasn't?