The thingy? You want me, the most intelligent cognitive processor in the known worlds, to say thingy?""Yes," I reaffirmed. "That is correct."Do you stay up nights thinking of ways to humiliate me?" HARV asked.

Like my old mentor would always say, Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and I'll be dead.'' Okay, she wasn't a good poet, but that lady could handle her whiskey.

I didn't respond to that. I'm not scared of heights. I'm just scared of falling from heights.

The thingy? You want me, the most intelligent cognitive processor in the known worlds, to say thingy?""Yes," I reaffirmed. "That is correct."Do you stay up nights thinking of ways to humiliate me?" HARV asked.

I often say if men were meant to fly we would have been born with either feathers and wings or at the very least parachutes that pop out of our butts.