I have witnessed dar too much, and you have given me too little. Finally, I can see.

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.