Humans were always surprising me.

After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?

Idiot! Lunatic! Moron! Jackass! Selfish irresponsible fool!

He thinks things through too much.

Just like a kitten that thinks its a tiger.

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

But if you ever bring her back damaged again - and I don't care whose fault it is; I don't care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head - if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel?