My bugs don't have bugs.
I am Butler. Anything I say sounds scary.
I feel like Alice falling into Wonderland. A line came to him: It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.
And it's amazing how much noise people ignoring each other can make.
I don't suppose you would consider peaceful surrender?
A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.