Spike.
I think Eve goes out of her way to tell people where we are. Can you calm the hell down?
And what do you mean I can't handle it? The BIG guys? Who the hell are they? What the fw-er80AJWERKWEJRKLWJRKLWJER -- ---
Fine. Whatever. Go do whatever it is you want to do. I'll just sit here and paint my nails. My cuticles look wicked rough right now so they could use some TLC.
I hate you so much. You're the fucking reason I'm off my game, if I even am. Die, die, and then die again!