Klingons, their bloodwine raised.

I have to pay for my mental health.

I would at least consider going to a cashier and saying "I love this, it is mine." Maybe making that joke to anyone I'm with.

Realistically though, I would not follow through and not do anything.

I'm on team Foot pedals.

Puddle Jumper. Travels faster than warp 9.9.

With the right address, it could do the kessel run in about 50ft.

Mars gets googly eye eclipses?

Wait, you didn't have meetings about the button first?

Sounds like something a snowflake would do.

Yeah, fuck that, I'm flying around doing crazy shit in dreams I control. Unless I get paid hourly.

As an engineer, I don't believe in any of that mind reading mumbo jumbo.

Unknown member 'lenght'

C or c++ should be the one in the back, pointing at things...