Sh!t. F_ck sh!t.'....

'Sh!t f_ck would have also been accepted.

He put the book down. “As you wish.” He rose and walked past me. I lowered my sword, expecting him to pass, but suddenly he stepped in dangerously close. “Welcome home. I’m glad you made it. There is coffee in the kitchen for you.”
My mouth gaped open.
He inhaled my scent, bent close, about to kiss me…
I just stood there like an idiot.
Curran smirked and whispered in my ear instead. “Psych.”
And just like that, he was out the door and gone.
Oh boy.

Mad Rogan: "Resistance is futile."
Nevada: "You are not assimilating me!

Because he has the best equipment in the City and he knows how to use it!

I'm welding the bimbo room shut.

Was his body made out of orange rocks and did he at any point yell 'It's clobbering time'?"
"I find your attempt at levity inappropriate."
"Consider me properly chastised.