Canberra has secrets. I’d tell you what they are…but then I’d have to kill you. And I really don’t want to do that. Killing people is uncool. And it’s a hassle. Then you have to get The Wolf involved, and you don’t want to have to do that unless it’s absolutely necessary. Samuel L and Mr Travolta know all about that little dill-infused pickle.
Okay. You twisted my yellow-bellied, weak-willed arm. Come hither and I’ll tell you a few, and I won’t even kill you. Bonus!