The assumption about one's secretary, however, goes without saying. I bought all her books, bought tickets for her lecture tours, even got her Deluxe t-shirt. One hastily notes, however, that the above does not apply to the upcoming line of Advice from Sir Charles Grandiose Action Figurines available soon at a discount toy store near you. Just live with it, you bitter old troll. I've got more fans, more dough, and more of everything .
More social diseases is scarcely something to brag about in polite company.
Me, I've been put in charge of morale. Well that's all fine now, everyone's spirits are up waiting for the great day and the bloodshed, it's jolly exciting. But the problem is, that I'm sure some of the boys will regret what they done in the first weeks afterwards, when the thing's in all the papers and so on. Well, I thought if there was anyone who knows how to get around the burden of a conscience and the ugly demon Remorse, it would be you yourself, Sir Charles. However, given one's love of the abstract question, one notes that a bit of whiskey and a drop or two or Rohypnol do the trick when one needs a willing bullyboy with no memory, afterwards.