Of course, his abject misery could not be denied. The allure of a being who could solve all problems with just one glance, one admission of credo!, one whimper of supplication, was to be, in his position, a good one indeed. Perhaps too good.
—I’m a creature of the night, one of the undead, nosferatu. Cursed by the light, I dwell in the shadows and subsist only on human blood, for all eternity. —You’re drinking coffee, Gordon. —And, erm… and coffee, sometimes.
No, we needed a vessel for you you-ness that is as similar to you as possible. In a way, sir, you’re actually very lucky your son died not long after you did.
I think my neighborhood is being pillaged by the Vikings.
We all belong here. We’re all torturing each other, all the time, whether we know it or not, whether we want to or not, whether we enjoy it or not.
In short, the goal of customer service is to create raving fans.
That's not fair. That's not fair at all.