Debbie, Holden, a tub of Vaseline, and a lazy Sunday. When they're unlucky, they get to bring their work home with them.
--For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood
From off my hands, here in the view of men
I will unfold some causes of your deaths.
This has all happened before, and it is happening again.
"Do you plan on getting me out of your way, then? If you’re going to do it, I’d rather not go in my sleep. Or do you just want to fuck?”