"Hmm...this shotgun isn't going to fire itself, you know."
Then I go to Town Hall station in the CBD, with the trusty Silver Pigeon slung over my shoulder and several boxes of #4 shot then settle down for a ridiculously overpriced coffee.
Also, to the giggly girls that seem to be everywhere:
"If you've got something to say, you should damn well spit it out now."