Well, let’s all get maudlin, shall we? George, stop on the way and get us some red-hot pokers to put out our eyes. Oh, and while you’re at it, I think we should see about adding salt for our wounds, too. (Solin)
Quite good, sir. Is there any particular place you’d care for me to stop? I’ve heard the market is a good place for pokers. That is, if you’re agreeable to a short detour. (George)
What do you two think? Run-of-the-mill pokers, or a better quality. Oh hell, why not use rusty spoons. They’d hurt more. (Solin)

Autore: Sherrilyn Kenyon