people saw what they wanted to see. They didn't need the Mist to warp their perceptions.

“He gave me the brochure. It was about the Hunters of Artemis. The front read, A…”

“Waitress!" Hedge called. "Six double espressos, and whatever these guys want. P…”

“Weasel cookies.”

“If you’re listening to this, congratulations! You survived Doomsday.I’d like to…”