If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.

The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.

Because he has the best equipment in the City and he knows how to use it!

I'm welding the bimbo room shut.

Was his body made out of orange rocks and did he at any point yell 'It's clobbering time'?"
"I find your attempt at levity inappropriate."
"Consider me properly chastised.

You should name him Fezzik."
"Inconceivable.