“Well say something, dammit, I'm choking on pretzels!”
“Dammit, Jim. I'm a Guardian, not a doctor.”
“I'm gonna make that asshole gnaw his own hand off that night, dammit.”
“I don't think we choked this time. We never played well enough to choke.”
“I'm your Beloved, dammit! You're going to let me save your soul, and like it!”
“I tried to say something cool, wound up stammering something like, “WANNA YOU WANNA WEENIE ME?” The end kind of trailed off in a shrill, choking warble.”