Stop working.

The Big One spends too much time writing.

I can't figure out how to unplug her computer. But I have hacked into her twitter. She doesn't know it.

Get moving

I really don't care who gets credit.

Quando il gato non c'e, i topi ballano. That's what I say.

Someone's got to keep this place shipshape while The Big One is on the road.

About time

I've been telling them all along: Take credit. Do they listen?

The floor. When is it going to be done?