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.

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.