Got to love a dude that says things like "kinetic" and "detritus.
Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.
One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.
I flash him number seventeen of my thirty-five Looks of Death.
All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.
The single greatest advantage anyone can take into any battle is hope.