Not exactly, but when you don’t answer my calls, my messages or my repeated attempts to track you down, you leave me with little choice. Just sign it and we’ll be done. We’ll never have to see each other again.

No, Keven. You’re really not. Your arm, torso… even your fucking head is a machine. You’re practically more robot than man. You’re closer to one of the fucking artificial humans you worked on than the man I married.

Getting all that metal was like you were being robbed of humanity. You showed no emotion. No kindness or love. Or even fucking sympathy. You lacked some of the basic tenants that make us human, yet you spent the whole time making the robots more life-like! You’re just a shell of meat, bone and metal with nothing inside.