[This is not the face of a man well content with life. This is the face of a man pissed off at having slept for God knows how long.]
First he puts me to sleep for weeks, then he asks me to look after a child. I'm beginning to wonder if he actually expects redemption.
Weren't we just in port? [Fuck this ride, fuck the Admiral, grump grump grump.]
[Private to Ellie]
Meet me in the gym.
[Private to the Admiral]
I would comment on the fact that I'm a grown man and haven't written a letter to Father Christmas in decades, but I've the feeling it will fall on deaf ears.
Take your letters and sod off.
[And because he literally cannot resist, a check list.]
( a list! )