You did.

( The most unimpressed a cutting blade of a person has ever sounded in times ancient, modern or eternal. He hisses, mouth a tight line, but arm steady, watchful until she seems to have remarried gravity and settled into the burgeoning romance.

One step at a time, you good-for-nothing portrait of anemia, you talking head on straw sticks. Girls. Glance once and they've wilted, twice and they'll break your neck. Never a compromise. )

Marbles stopped rattling in your head?