“A little?” Thrift gasps, taking a step back and resting a hand on his chest, pretending to be insulted.
“I’ll have you know I think a lot, sir! ‘Can a species thrive without conflict? Is extinction the rule of the cosmos, and are we fools to fight against it? Coke or Pepsi? Is the Indoctrination Theory true? Who’s best girl?’ My mind is abuzz with activity!”