You about done?” I asked him. “I need the table.”
“What is it with you people?” Butters groused. “For God’s sake, these are real injuries here.”
“There will be more of them than a thousand reluctant physicians could patch up if we don’t get moving,” I said. “Today’s serious business, man.”
“How serious?”
“Can’t think when it’s been grimmer,” I said. “Freaking waste-of-space vampires, lying around on tables you need to use.”
“Useless wizards,” Thomas said, “jumping on enemy guns and accidentally shooting their allies with them.”
“Oh,” I said. “That was when I jumped Ace?”
He snorted. “Yeah.

Autore: Jim Butcher