It's the smell of open-heart surgery.
It's awesome. It is awesome.
You gotta smell me.
I don't want to smell you.
Oh, yes, you do.
You have got to be kidding me!
Okay, I have more important things to deal with than you.
I have roommates, boy problems, and family problems.
You wanna act like a little frat-boy bitch? That's fine.
You wanna take credit for your saves and everybody else's?
That's fine, too.
Just stay outta my face.
And for the record, you smell like crap!