My favourite comment on the site is this one:
"I guarantee that whenever Hardberger goes into a bar, there's some massive, surly guy already there who recognises him and, with a look on his face ready for murder, yells "What the hell are you doing here you double-crossing son of a *****!". Hardberger looks him straight in the eye and says "Just wanted to see if you were still as big a ***** as you ever were."
The big guy will be about to punch Hardbergers lights out when they'll both burst into laughter and give each other manly bear hugs, reminiscing about that time in Santa Marta.
Every time."