“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
and I'm suspicious of the Inscrutable gaze of this brown eyed succubus. So there!
No need for seaplanes in the desert, dude.
A boy like dat, would kill your brother. A boy like dat, could love no other. Stick to your own kind, one of your own kind. (West Side Story)
Well, she damn well should be....