[1]
[The sad fact of the matter is, you have no realistic choice but to keep Slick alive and captive. Maybe you're a pacifist, maybe someone who sort of almost considers him a friend, maybe you just need something that only he knows or can do.
Regardless, he doesn't like it. He is also goddamn impossible to keep restrained properly. You can only count down the minutes until something goes wrong back in the room where he's locked u--was that a crash?
Wielding a broken-off chair leg, he is just ruining the shit out of everything that looks halfway valuable or important. Or alive.]
[2]
[Here at the park/garden/ballroom/interstellar cruise ship's observation deck/Romantic But Not Quite Private area of your choice, you and the partner of your choice were having a moment. Past-tense.]
Hey jackass. Yeah, you. Cut that the fuck out. Every time I turn around you people are slobbering all over each other and you don't even have the basic upright goddamn decency to be pissed off about it, and I am sick to death. It's fuckin' revolting! Get a room!