You'll prove I can trust you when the day comes that you have to kill me. And you do. I wanna hurt you, but I can't resist the sinister attraction of your cold and muscular body! I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community. We live in a space ship, dear.

But I haven't spent any money! I was all... dead and frugal. You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you? If the apocalypse comes...beep me! Magic's all balderdash and chicanery. Planet's coming up a mite fast. This distress call wouldn't be taking place in someone's pants, would it? Well, excuse me, Mr. I-spent-the-sixties-in-an-electric-Kool-Aid-funky-Satan-groove! Who's calling me? Everybody I know lives here. They need to take seven and they might take yours.

I suppose there is a sort of Machiavellian ingenuity to your transgression. That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship. I'll never leave. Not even if you kill me. Either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It's a toss-up. These endless days are finally ending in a blaze. And now the one person who should be here is gone, and a waste like you gets to live. We'll have to call it early quantum state phenomenon. Only way to fit 5000 species of mammal on the same boat. And that'd be where you find stored such things as empathy, compassion, an aversion to disemboweling puppies. Should I start this program over? Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible.