[Thurman]
You're not fine. Now you're itchy. At least have some higher standards than a intergalactic space pimp, for christ's sake.
At this rate, I will practically volunteer to scratch your itch for you, if not for the fact that it would foul up a perfectly good...coworkers...friendship...thing...and because it's all Kitty-based frustration and I don't want to take that out on you. Much less, not be able to look you in the eye afterward, from then on out, like...when we're shooting people and such.