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

It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.

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

Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.

I don't mean to judge a book by its cover, but that man is all cover and no pages.