The last thing I want to do is become someone like you

I seem to be having one of those don't fuck with me days.. Oh too late.. You spoke.

Don't worry about it; only worry about how people like her breed.

The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers' head.

How was one to answer these meaningless questions, really? 'A fine day today, is it not, sir? How was your walk? I trust you are in good health this morning.' He should tell them the day was terrible, he had witnessed a murder, and he'd walked to the moon, just to see what they would do.

You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm.

It's really funny.