When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.

Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?

I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel.

Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.

You're driving me NORMAL!