“Sorry. Sorry. Don't hit. Bitches be scary when they hit.”
“Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?"Vishous to Butch”
“It didn't hurt, did it? When I hit you?" "Sure. Fractured skull. Concussion, the lot..." "But seriously, Kath. No hard feelings, right? I'm awfully sorry. I honestly am.”
“Shanks moaned, stirring. “You broke my nuts”So that was what my elbow had hit. “Sorry.” My voice cracked.”
“Haha, I can't hit you. If I did, I'd feel sorry for the person who'd have to clean up the mess of your splattered brain.”
“Hi, Princess. Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch.”