“Hoo boy, I don’t need you to tell me that, Joe, because Nagatha reminds me every two freakin’ nanoseconds. She’s all like ‘you should be nicer to the monkeys’ or ‘this was all your fault so you should take responsibility for fixing this mess’.” “You disagree with her?” “No,” he grumbled miserably. “I do know our current situation is all my fault. That doesn’t mean I enjoy. Being. Nagged. To. Death. About it.” “If it makes you feel any better, the idea of her constantly nagging you is a great source of joy to me.” “That does not make me feel better, Joe.” “Suck it up, Buttercup.”
