Petey:I want to hear this in your own words. My decision, and it will be mine alone, swings neither upon rhetoric nor legalese. It swings, hangs, and will fall upon truth.
Petey:You cannot impress me with logical constructs, airtight arguments, or six-syllable words.
Petey:Well. . . okay, you could impress me with them, but only if I knew they were yours.
