‘Don’t you come near me you devious, double-dealing, underhand, rat-bastard. I’m going to gut you with a rusty breadknife and then stake your honey-covered arse over an anthill in the noonday sun.’ ‘You’re very grumpy today. And after I picked you up out of the sand and brought you into this nice cool pod. How ungrateful are you?’ ‘I’ve been shot at, blown up, covered in shit, brained with a rock, and lied to. You’re lucky I’m only grumpy.’
