You know the deal, for every day for the next month you have to drain my balls. Why don’tcha get over here so I can feed you your breakfast? And maybe a little more if you’re good~
Mr. Torgue: "So it's like, wait, am I the bad guy? Or were the so called bad guys not as bad as I thought? Moral ambiguity. Taste the inner Nietzschean confliflict motherf*cker! (The abyss gazes into you).