I'm sorry." About what?" He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question."I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing.
I tell you what I won't put up with. You chose how to behave.
What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?
Violence is never the answer but sometimes, like with cockroaches, it is the only possible response.
Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.
Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.