DIRK: Sometimes I've gotta go round her up from some godforsaken cranny of the abyss. Drag her tipsy ass home, tuck her back in.

DIRK: Maybe I'll chain her leg to the bed if she doesn't wake up soon.

DIRK: Yeah. The little poofy asshole pants. I know.

DIRK: What if I was just fucking with you there?

DIRK: Would it really be so unthinkable for a human to type that?