Oh, John, you can’t! It’s much too dangerous.
No anchovies? — you’ve got the wrong man. I spell my name “Danger”.
I guess what I’m saying is, watch your back.
A single drop of the anchovies’ natural oil would lubricate 10 robots permanently.
Well, that explains it then. The A2s always were a bit twitchy. That could never happen now with our behavioral inhibitors.
For a moment there was silence while Fletcher’s features fell into an angry why-didn’t-I-think-of-that? expression.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
I felt a great disturbance in The Force. As if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.
“Yet despite all that, the truth remains—we were attacked. The attack was totally successful. Millions of our citizens, thousands of visitors to our star system, and an unconscionable percentage of the intelligent species native to this, our home system, died in a deliberate, callous attack whose very nature precluded the notice to evacuate nonmilitary personnel required under the universally recognized rules of warfare. It was, by any standard anyone might choose to apply, the most successful, most devastating, and bloodiest surprise attack in the history of human warfare, and it left our industrial infrastructure crippled and in ruins.”
“We do believe we know who was behind the attack upon us. At this point, we can’t prove our suspicions, but looking at everything which has happened over the past T-year, there is a very clear and discernible pattern. We know, without doubt, that we’re still merely scratching the surface, that there are far more things we don’t know than things we do know. But I am totally confident that we’ll find the proof we require. We *will *discover who was behind that attack, where that attack originated, and who carried it out, and when we’ve proven those things to our complete satisfaction, we *will *act.”
That should have been my strategy! By the time I’ve worked through the emotions of surprise, admiration, anger, jealousy, and frustration, I’m watching that reddish mane of hair disappear into the trees well out of shooting range.
“I think we were all wasting our worry on the wrong party this time, Your Majesty. She hit him four times before he could fall, then put a fifth bullet right through his head.”
There’s nothing to worry about if you just cooperate. It’s only truth serum!
Is that the part where I get maimed or killed?
“I can hardly fault them for wanting to kill his worthless ass, but I’d just as soon they hadn’t decided to kill mine at the same time!”
We all have our little faults. Mine’s in California.
Earthquakes bring out the worst in some people.
And now, for the first time, we are bringing to you the full story of what happened on that fateful day.
My friend, you have seen this incident, based on sworn testimony. Can you prove that it didn’t happen?
Have you ever conducted a criminal investigation? Yes? Then I take it I don’t need to give you the lecture on the difference between fact, conjecture, and hearsay?
Just the facts, ma’am.