It depends, doesn't it, on the conclusion? You can have my truth, Captain, in exchange for yours.
I've nothing else to do. Oh I could probably do something else, something physical but this is all I've ever done. I used to love it, but I used to play well with others. Now it's something I do alone, for people I don't like. It's not the bills, Captain. The bills don't mean anything to me. I like money, so do most people. But I've done without it before.
What makes it selfish instead of driven? Tell me, Captain, what's the worst thing you've ever done?
I've never been fond of sweet. Sharp, tart, spice. None of those lend themselves to you and your cockswain. Why does faithfulness have to make it easy?