It's like uncle Estevez always said - "If you gotta choose between your ride and savin' someone else's life, always choose the ride."

Some people are only nice because they're afraid of getting hurt. Or 'cause their religion tells 'em to be.

There once were two sisters, Night and Death,
Death large, and Night small,
Night had the beauty of dreams, while Death,
Death was most lovely of all -

Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Death was most lovely of all.

Guess even pneumatic arms can't lift morale in a toxic workplace.

Remember, V - it's unwise to engage in idle time. I am sometimes known to be rather impatient.