All their base are belong to us. - Dennis E. Taylor

We — by which I mean the people working on the project, including myself — are not scared of you, Bob. We’re scared of the tactical nuke buried in the basement.” If I’d still had eyebrows, they would have shot right off my head. “Habba-whaaa?

I sat back, staring into space, so preoccupied that I stopped patting Spike. I was reminded of my primary duty by a furry head butting against my chin. “Sorry, your highness.” I smiled at the cat and resumed justifying my existence.

How are you supposed to feel if you are forced to do what you would have done anyway?