Ya' were the one mentionin' my mother, not me fella. So don't try spin this little dice aroun'.
I ain't gonna get down with the talkin' business here, I do the walkin' an' that's what really gets the job done. I take my orders and I complete 'em, even if it means shootin' ya' ship down.
'Sides, with all this trash talkin' from ya' side, makin' up lies along the way, ain't gonna help ya' one bit.
Ya' have a problem with the way I do my job then take it up with the H-C, not me ya' sissy-boy. An' just incase ya' didn't hear me the first two times, imma' say it again, ya' ain't gettin' an apology ya' moron.
Now 'nuff of this, Imma' go and do my frickin' duty in space. Ya' can sit here and bitch 'bout all your problems and tell fabricated stories like a lil' high-school teenager, since ya' seem to be doin' such a good job at it.