Fuckin' damn it — now I smell like you.

[ You know, like shitty booze. Asshole.

He pushes himself up, glaring at Ian as he steps the fuck away from the newly created hole in the wall. This would normally be grounds for a broken jaw, but Ian has powers (like that would stop him normally) and...he did kick the hornet's nest. ]

Okay, E.T. You made your point. I don't care how advanced an alien race is...you just can't mimic your brand of obnoxious fuckwitticisms.