Robin: You see, there is no smaller man Much. You are the smaller man. All you care about is a roof over your head, food in your belly. You speak every facile thought that comes into your head.... more
Much: What do I have to do to prove my loyalty to you? What? Tell me, what? (drawing his sword) I'll chop off my own arms! Well, one arm, because once I chop that off then I wouldn't be able to chop... more