I seem to be having one of those don't fuck with me days.. Oh too late.. You spoke.

The last thing I want to do is become someone like you

The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers' head.

How was one to answer these meaningless questions, really? 'A fine day today, is it not, sir? How was your walk? I trust you are in good health this morning.' He should tell them the day was terrible, he had witnessed a murder, and he'd walked to the moon, just to see what they would do.

You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm.

It's really funny.

Have you tried talking to her?"
"No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?