*snaps her fingers* I like the way you think. Next time you're feeling kitchy, we'll take the tank out for a spin. I'll park her in a fire lane and you can set your boys to work. Twenty bucks says nobody goes through with it. Especially if I track 'em with the muzzle.
*eyes you* Drinks, yeah. Big ones. And Eggs? If you don't take it Upstairs, I will. *tightly* I don't want to think about that shit any more than you do, but it'd be stupid to rule it out. It's happened before.