There’s so many poorly chosen words in that sentence. It’s a hug, Michael. I’m hugging you.
You know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who’s in ruttin charge here. How did your brain even learn human speech? Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower … somewhat less attractive now that she’s all corpsified and gross. Well, my time of not taking you seriously is coming to a middle. Next time you want to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face. I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you. Jayne, your mouth is talking. You might wanna look to that. First rule of battle, little one … don’t ever let them know where you are… WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! … ‘Course, there’re other schools of thought. You’re welcome on my boat. God ain’t. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill ‘em right back!

Steve Holt! I care deeply for nature. That’s why you always leave a note! Army had half a day. I don’t understand the question, and I won’t respond to it. I don’t criticize you! And if you’re worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense.

Every man there go back inside or we will blow a new crater in this little moon. You’re welcome on my boat. God ain’t. Am I a lion? I don’t think of myself as a lion. You might as well, though, I have a mighty roar. Course you couldn’t buy an invite with a diamond the size of a testicle, but I got my hands on a couple. Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. We live in a spaceship, dear.

I must apologize for calling so late, and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall. You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear. Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention? To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time. The dog did nothing in the night-time. That was the curious incident Elementary, my dear Watson. You will not apply my precept. How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth? We know that he did not come through the door, the window, or the chimney. We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no concealment possible. When, then, did he come? Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.