I have no heart to give to Death. Perhaps, I'll give her the hearts of others. Yes, one-thousand should do it.

Opening up a finely aged cask of whoop-ass.

I have no interests in cooked flesh. The chef’s life is not for me.

Let’s see if my knife fits in your skull.

Hi, you've reached Rhys Strongfork, CEO and wartime general of Atlas corporation. Quick question: who the hell is this and how did you get on my secure line?!