Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I’ll...I don’t know. Donate Adrian’s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.
If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.
You don't like your job, you don't strike. You go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way.