And it's not like we were really yelling either. We were discussing. Isn't that right, Love of my Life?Porter, half the reason Haggis and I were yelling was to block out your damn moaning.
Isn't that right, my sweet chihuey-bear?
AND DON'T THINK I'LL SHUT UP JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE PRETENDING TO IGNORE ME.
YOU? SHUT UP? LIKE THAT'S EVEN POSSIBLE. WHAT ARE YOU, A FANTASY WRITER?
THEY COULD BURY YOU SIXTEEN FEET DEEP INSTEAD OF EIGHT AND EVERYONE WOULD STILL HEAR THE BITCHING. THAT'S WHY I PLAN ON GOING FIRST.