
All the more reason I need to own his daughter. Isn't it romantic? We're like self-matching sea monkeys. Don't panic, David.
It's over. I won. You have... well, what you have. I have what IS MINE, IS MINE. .,fini.
(whispers,,,/"I fucking told you so....") Yeah I'm starving. Who's got a cookbook that can bitmath? GIVE IT.