Too bad. Game over. Insert new fucking quarter.

Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.

I try to smile at her, but I can't extend my flexibility training to my mouth, it just won't move.

I hope you nail the bastard.”

So does he.

What happened out there?”

“I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.”

“A dragon,” he repeats, scandalized. “Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?

Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's pinata!