A. Do the next thing.
A. Shrimp cocktail with a fried chicken chaser. What am I saying? Homemade noodle soup.
A. Losing my child. Also daddy-long-legs and mushrooms.
A. "Don't make me count to three, young man!"
A. I suspect I come off as more assertive than I realize, so maybe that. I've been told I exude self-confidence, and this always shocks me to hear.