Bob tapped his chin in thought for a moment, "An interesting thought. What is it that I have that you can take? My weapons? Clothes? Material items. Worthless. Shame? Honor? Morals? I don't have these, therefore they cannot be taken or used. You could try to take my life, however, I doubt you would enjoy the cost of that. Fun? That is just impossible to get from me. Everything is funny girlie." Bob stared at her a moment then spoke again, "Oh, and you might want to stop glaring at me. You'll get wrinkles."
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
