I swear to the gods that if you answer one more of my questions with a question, I am going to go all Tyson and bite your damned ear off...

I blinked at her, suddenly loathing her to the depths of my soul. Not only was she probably rather evil, and definitely thoroughly unpleasant, but she also didn't read.

My libido was doing the humpy dance while dressed in Milkbone pasties and a thong.

Then again, I threatened if my stomach got my head chopped off I'd never feed it again.

The Tempest.

Hear my soul speaks:
The very instant that I saw you did
My heart fly to your service, there resides
to make me slave to it, and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.