Hey. Remember the time I jammed that pencil into your hand?

Well, there is one way. His window's open, I say, we poke him.

It's even better if you run along. Wait for me. George is having fun making bubbles, and Peppa is having fun popping.

You can see the meat has turned opaque, the eyes have turned white, and the flesh is lovely and flaky-ish. It just gives as you give it a slight poke.

What you nudging me for? Close your mouth for two seconds. Just open your eyes, man.

It would be easy to control, because it would be on my arm.

Okay, I'm gonna get some more coffee before the pinching and eye-poking begins.

This is where Petrov and I smoked cigars during the summit. That's where he put his out on the wall.

Well, I think you've hit a sore spot, Sherlock. Like I'm some kind of credit junkie. Definitely a sore spot.

You can like, bite, and pull people's hair and stuff? Yeah, anything goes, except eye gouging and fish hooking.

Hey, Leonard jiggling his junk at her through a webcam has got to be easier for you to deal with than him actually touching her with it.

Well, If I can find something sharp in here and poke a hole in the glove of my EVA suit. I could use the escaping air as a thruster and fly towards you.

It's just that work's been crazy, and the minute I get home, I have two kids hanging on me, and sometimes I don't want babies pulling my hair and pinching my belly fat.