My Bullshit Meter Is Reading That As

There Was Enough Tension In The Room To Send A Fleet Of The Nervous Running For Their Tranquilizers.

I Thought About Making Biscuits, But There Seemed To Be More Than Enough Calories On Board.

Of Course I Am Grateful, And I'm Sure You Are, As You Put It, A Special Vintage," Bill Said Politely, "but I Have My Own Wine Cellar.

A Year Ago,' I Said, 'you Wouldn’t Have Asked This Of Me.' 'a Year Ago,' He Answered, 'you Wouldn’t Have Hesitated To Drink.' I Crossed To The Desk And Tossed It Down.

He Managed To Convey Indifference, Contempt, And Boredom In The One Word.