When he said to give him the sword, I don’t think he meant for you to stick it in his guts.
Yer a good lad, Atticus, mowin’ me lawn and killin’ what Brits come around.
Look, I don’t know what you are, but you’re more than a geologist, if you are one at all. I’ve met lots of geologists on different projects like this, and they’re all tiny sunburned men with fetishes for geodes. They wear floppy hats and carry baggies for soil samples around with them. … And geologists don’t make rocks disappear like you did the other night. They keep them and build little shrines to them.