“And are we, or are we not about to ram our truth down the throats of those vile K.U.N.T.s?” I proceeded. “Yes. But-” “So, are we A.S.S. ramming or are we ramming the K.U.N.T.s? Because so help me, Angelica, I can’t think of a simpler way to phrase our noble work.”
These jokes feel too juvenile to be in these books
