I do not lunch with your sir! Or any man for that matter!
My sustenance is the young rotting flesh of new hires rotting away in the Hampton inn! I drink the sweat of the pilots loading bags and waiting out groundstops with only a GPU and Walmart air conditioner! My lifeblood is crushing the souls and morale of all pilots who dare defy me! Poison?
POISON YOU SAY! Poison so vicious because its toxins are bound with TRUTH! I....AM....ACCORDION! And I am here to set you free! Or I'm just kidding...mostly just kidding.