Dear Admiral: Next time you put me in a fucking coma, I'm out of here. Jesus.
How long was I out of it this time?
[Private to Atia]
Alright, so you tried to get me to graduate you during the flood. What wouldn't you have done?
[Private to Una]
Jesus fucking Christ. Are you okay?
[Private to Shego]
It's been ages since I've talked to you, Green. What's going on?
[Private to Luke]
We never fucking talk about the flood, alright?
[Bad Ass Woman's Club (Gels, if you want residual Angie it's totally awesome with me.)]
I don't know about you guys, but I feel the need to do something. Just to get shit out of the air. Anyone got ideas?
[Poker people]
Game soon?