I was blank for a moment, then I laughed. “So you’re monitoring the monitors. - Dennis E. Taylor

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.

This is … Locutus.” “Seriously?” Garfield said in an incredulous tone. “Hey, I’d have preferred Hugh, but it appears to be taken,” said Locutus.

You, sir, are a big baby.” Bridget gave the knot a final tweak. “And despite your best efforts, you look great.