I've cut myself while using a slicer, rushed too much and tripped on myself, had my bag caught in a closing door...

Don't get smart with me. I'm in charge. You keep it up, I'll have your toes cut off.

No lookin', and you have to count out loud - all your fingers. Toes, too.

Hardly… It was like this - I asked what they call him. He sat there, not sayin' a thing, tryin' to stick a toe up his nose.