Tycho: So, Max, I suppose you're contractually forbidden for eternity to talk about the cancelled Freelance Police game...
Max: There's an entire chapter where I'm on fire! And yes.
Tycho: ...Well played, you magnificent bastard.
Tycho (low on cash and either bluffing or actually holding a good hand): Erg... I'd totally bet that sweet watch I once had... but Gabe has it right now and it only transfers ownership via murder. ...Could you please excuse me for a moment?
Heavy: I AM TORN! IS CHEATING, BUT IS ALSO KILLING!
Max: But if he's not bluffing, it's also winning.
Heavy: LITTLE RABBIT IS GOOD AT SOLVING MORAL QUANDARY! STAY IN CHAIR, LITTLE SWEATER MAN!
Tycho: Oh, real cool, Max.
Max: Thank you.