There's so many poorly chosen words in that sentence. It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin charge here. How did your brain even learn human speech? Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower ... somewhat less attractive now that she's all corpsified and gross. Well, my time of not taking you seriously is coming to a middle. Next time you want to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face. I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you. Jayne, your mouth is talking. You might wanna look to that. First rule of battle, little one ... don't ever let them know where you are... WHOO-HOO! I'M RIGHT HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O' ME?! […]