Yet you came over to bug me, and I'm not a stranger. Hell of a risk, Rambo. What if I see that time you helped an old lady cross the street, or saved a kitten orphanage that was on fire? Then I'll know what a pile of soft shit you are and I'll never unsee it.

[Okay, the images amused her and she snorted a laugh at that, picturing Brock in some SWAT gear, all decked out, arms full of kittens.]