Jumping out a window five hundred feet above ground is not usually my idea of fun. Especially when I'm wearing bronze wings and flapping my arms like a duck.

When Donald Duck traded his wings for arms, was he trading up or trading down?

The doctor can fuck himself

I barged through the palace, dripping a trail of blood behind me as I held the dead bird by the neck.

We had enough quite enough snobbery in this world without exporting it to the hereafter.

A faint smile played on his lips. "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it"
"No...sir"
"I must take some blame for that, I suppose. The sea does not like to be restrained.