"Ah ha. See, they're all cute and fuzzy when they're up in the trees, but you don't trust one not to bite you. That's what I don't get about you, Suzy, you bitch and moan about the squirrel, but you can't really even trust that it will be grateful you set it free. If it really had any feelings like we do, you'd think that it would be grateful to you or some shit like that. But I got news for you, Suzy..."
"Snow White you ain't."
Jack shook his head a little as she asked him what he was doing. "Well, you see those pissed off goat fuckers over there? They bet me that I couldn't catch that squirrel when they lobbed it. And with a hundred bucks on the line, I gotta tell you, Suze, if I HAD seen you, I still would have plowed you over. News flash too, the book store is going to fucking rip you off when you try to sell that book back anyway. They all do. Jesus, sometimes I fucking swear it's like you fell off the turnip wagon on your way here..." he said, taking off the chainmail glove.
"Well, Suzy, it's been fucking real, but I gotta be honest with you, you're just not hot enough that I'm going to put up with you bitching at me over a papercut. Latah!" he said , tossing a dismissive wave her way as he started to head towards where the Satyr had dropped the other glove.