[Yeah now, that's definitely enough of that crap. John's glad to hear it, of course, but he's not going to let it touch his heart or some shit. He straightens and shifts uncomfortably in his chair and then leans forward, his eyes hardened and disinterested and judgmental once again.]

Yeah and fuzzy caterpillars turn into beautiful fucking butterflies. Just be smart and stay out of the way. I know what I'm doing.