"Bob was feeling teed off. 'There's only one fair way to hack my way outta this rough situation.' he mumbled, reaching for his nine. Iron. 'Time to go clubbing.'"
—Bob And Alice And The Bunker Hill Boys
"Well, I'll never call golf a dull game again!"
Robot Captain: You aren't angry?
Vexxarr: Not at all. I'm in a Zen-like calm.
Robot Captain: What is that, exactly?
I remain calm by focusing on the exact spot my sand wedge must strike to separate your head from your body.