Actually, a needle in the arm, in retrospect, would seem less, well, helpless than a cradle and a port in the back of the neck.

He'd offer to have that steak, but red meat--so unhealthy.

Not that getting stabbed in the eye was any better.

"I can't imagine what they were thinking. I-I-I mean, me? In some sort of, what? gladiatorial combat?" Someone had a rather odd sense of humor.

"Oh, well. I mean, that's normally my job. I mean, the suit." That's Dennett for 'it's really complicated and he doesn't want to list all the bad things that could go wrong.