You never get a straight answer from captains. You should know that by now.
If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.
Sleep is God. Go worship.
What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?
Ease off the martyr throttle.
Bob wasn't precisely a friend to me but... I was used to him. In a way he was family, the mouthy, annoying, irritable cousin who was always insulting you but who was definitely at Thanksgiving dinner. I had never considered the possibility that one day he might be something else.