“Have you finally grown so jealous of my impeccable fashion sense that you've decided to have me disposed of?”

“The muscles in his neck clenched and unclenched. "So you've finally decided to take my advice and keep the hell away from me?”

“Breckin shrugs. “I’m new here. And if you haven’t deducted from my impeccable fashion sense, I think it’s safe to say that I’m…” he leans forward and cups his hand to his mouth in secrecy. “Mormon,” he whispers.”

“But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional ghosts that haunt my gaze.”

“If you've never worked for an angry or a jealous woman then you have never truly experienced the full plethora and bouquet of the working experience.”

“Just answer me this, will you? You said you were going to dispose of me. How are you planning to do it?"Master John finished the last thin delicious slice of his pear in a leisurely manner."I can't tell you," he replied. "That isn't altogether for me to decide. There are various ways to dispose of you. Some you may have thought of already. Others will no doubt occur to you.”