“Can you please take the frickin picture already? She’s really getting on my last nerve.” “Yes. Please do hurry. I don’t want the old flippin grouch so close to me. She reeks of gun oil, and self-righteousness.” “Oh really? Well, at least I don’t smell like a big ol bouncing bag of crazy.” “Me? Well if that’s not a case of the flippin pot accusing the kettle.” “I know I’ve got issues, but I don’t go around with a katana on my hip, screaming “HAVE At YE” every time somebody screws up my McDonalds order.” “That’s not fair! I didn’t use it! I only tried to scare the young man a bit. He was nay payin attention to his work! He only gave me nine McNuggets instead of ten, and no flippin sweet and sour sauce!” “And of course, pulling a sword in a crowded restaurant is ALWAYS a good idea. Like I said… crazy.” “It got me my nugget and sauce didn’t it? And what about you, Miss high and Mighty? You draw your weapons, if you hear a flippin mouse fart a hundred flippin yards away! Like you think your some bloody American cowboy or some such nonsense.” ‘That’s being cautious. I’ve never drawn down on anyone over a happy meal.” “You’re so flippin mean! I just want to scratch you!” “Go ahead and try, if you wanna be declawed that is.” “You always do that! Make fun of me!. I can’t help how I’m made you know! It’s not my fault I have them. I didn’t ask to be like this.” “Hey… Are you… crying?” “No! Leave me be, won’t you?” “I didn’t… look I’m sorry okay? It was mean. I shouldn’t have said it.” “You… You’re jus… just lying again!” “No! I’m not, I swear! Please don’t cry. Okay?” “You… you tr…truly apologize?” “Yup. I do. I forget your feelings get hurt easily, and I’m really sorry Ase.” ‘It’s alright Sissy! I forgive you! You’re not such a grouch as you pretend!”