I'm always safe, you know. I'm training to be a doctor. And it wouldn't be weird if I was the right age. (Which at this point, I think is roughly ... not even a sperm or an ovum yet.)
I'm sorry. But I appreciate you being around for me, and being awesome, and now I'm going to cry and I hate crying so I'm going to think about bears. Fighting. Bears fighting helicopters, 'cause they have missles on their backs.