Hey. Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen a man who looks like [description]? Yes? That way? Okay, thanks. Oh no, it's nothing important, I just want to hit him a few times.
What would you say if that particular man you were looking for suddenly vanished just when you'd found him again?
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate. — Sigmund Freud