Fuck you, there was a full eight dollars of Jarlsberg left in that sandwich. And I say, for my part, that from Hell’s heart I spit at thee. Aye, and stab too; whatever Ahab threatened, so do I, and let it be the same between thee and me as it was for him and the whale. From Hell’s fucking heart.

And another thing. Another. Shut – shut up. You think I don…