Quinn: How do you want it?
Robin: Excuse me?
Quinn: Do you want it sugar-coated, or right between the eyes?
Robin: You Pick.
Quinn: We got no landing gear, so we can’t take off. Lightning fried the radio, so we can’t call for help. AirSea will try a rescue mission but without a beacon to hone in on it’s like trying to find a flea on an elephant’s ass. The only thing we got is this flare gun with a single flare.
Robin: Is it too late to get it sugar coated?
Quinn: That was sugar-coated.
just know that whenever you’re minding your own business, there’s always somebody behind you…not minding theirs.