[If eye rolling were a sport Namur would be winning the world championship right now.]

Naw. Think Sal's last one was mine an' that's good 'nuff. 'Sides, Time Compression's a dumbass son of a bitch an' probably'd take the girl an' net me with the spawn an' I ain't any good for that kind a shit. Sendin' money an' gettin' 'em in a bit a trouble every so often's one thing, but all day, every day? Hell no.

[He sits up and takes another drink.]

'Sides, 'maids 'round here ain't hot for me. Curious a little but it ain't the right kind.