“so if i don’t do it, will it be done good and right,” i asked.
“i doubt it,” she said.
“then i’ll do it,” i said.
“but it’s an impossible deadline,” she said.
“but if the alternative is crap, i’d rather do it,” i said.
“you should be nominated for sainthood,” she said.
“wait until i get it done,” i said. “if there’s a body count, i might not be eligible.”