"You're concerned about A loving SCRATCH," I say, glaring at him. "I NEARLY BROKE MY loving SHOULDER CHASING THESE starfishS, AND YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT A SCRATCH? I don't know about you, with your inherited position, but I had to earn my loving job," I say, pointing at my so-called commanding officer. "I didn't get this Aventador for free, I didn't get this gear for free, I didn't get where I am in life for free. So you need to get your loving priorities straight, before I set them for you. Get your bloody head in the game."