One man's trash is another man's treasure is a third man's raw materials for their planet-buster earthquake machine.
Failure to die is always appreciated.
Sometimes humanity is the reason we can't have nice things
We have to burn brightly. We can’t burn forever
Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?
Do we have to have the 'don't lie to the telepath' talk again? It won't take long. I say 'don't lie to the telepath, it never works,' you glare at me, and then you go find something you can hit.