Shadow looked down at the girl on the table. “What happened to her?” he asked. “Poor taste in boyfriends,” said Jacquel. “It’s not always fatal.

“However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe,…”

“Mister Trod?" said Bod. "Tell me about revenge.""Dish best served cold," said N…”

“Oh ... My twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porr…”

“My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness. It's quiet.”