No, I'm not planning to stash your corpse. No, I'm not planning to take over Everything. No, I'm not really going to eat that. No, I'm not concocting anything. No, I'm not looking at blueprints. No, I'm not making blueprints. No, I'm not EDB. No, I didn't put the fucking seat down. No, I don't want to kill your dog, nor am I planning to. No, I'm not working out to improve my lifting skills. No, I won't dismantle your front door in order to get to your sister. No, I'm not cooking up a poisonous milky substance to replace your boyfriend's semen. No, I'm not framing nate, trying to make it look like he did it, just for the sake of hearing "Nathan, this is unacceptable." No, I'm not trying to make your pure Christian daughter give up her virginity, nor am I trying to make your pure Christian son give up his (I'm not going to force him to be gay). No, I'm not planning to kill nate and then rip out his skeleton and take dem bones to the dumpster out back. No, I won't kill your family tree by pouring beer on the roots. No, I'm not planning on missing the president of the company's party Saturday to instead go and kill his wife and her illegitimate child he knows nothing about. No, I'm not going to vote everyone down a level. No, I'm not planning on leaving you in the cold, the wind blowing the tears out of your eyes, your legs cold because of the air penetrating your loose pants, your coat always just not thick enough to protect from the biting cold snap, waiting...