One of you bastards gave me a cold/flu. I don't know which, but when I find out who, I will dismember you. Joint by Joint. And when you pass out from the pain, I'll wait until you wake up to continue. That's how pissed off I am.
I don't have time for this nonsense. There are plans. Important plans. Fun plans involving disgusting amounts of alcohol and loud music and lots of very drunk, very happy people.