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A sprite came into my office the other day, and he had a bunch of microscopic hoop-worm larvae wriggling around his armpit. What is wrong with people?

She ran a quick search on Wicca-pedia and came across a brief summary:

Swear toads infested every damp patch, cursing like sailors.

The cow spat. "What are you going to do? Not eat me?" "That's right. I won't eat you and I won't eat your entire family. Wherever they hide, I'll find them and not eat a single bite.

Guide Note: Technically, there were no aliens on the ship, just space travellers. As soon as the 'alien's' identity is revealed we can abandon that classification.

among guilt-ridden criminals, first diagnosed

Cosmo was halfway through a particularly nasty dream involving two Parasites, Ziplock, and a hair dryer

Indeed," shrieked Cryer. "Indeed, and surely I do raise it, for the Witchfinder himself, who cleansed our town not a year since, made a point of it on several occasions.

The good news is that Kong can't be too far ahead of us, so it is unlikely he had time to set up any traps either.

Convict. What are you doing?' 'Shut up, Julius! I mean, quiet a moment, Commander.

Generally doesn't sound very improbable. Doesn't sound very zenzizenzizenzic to one against. Sounds more like even money to me.

Great, thought Holly. No matter what dimension you're in, there's a big-headed male trying to take over the world.

King Nicholas had explained the lense box to

How did that go?" he asked. "Your first lengthy conversation with a girl your own age." "Fabulous," said Artemis, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're planning a June wedding.

Little Beau will be fascinated." "Couldn't I just shoot him?

Just what we need," moaned Holly. "Artemis Fowl with magical powers.

Mulch on the other hand couldn't have found his childhood with an encyclopedia.

Catherine Broekhart stepped in from the balcony, where she had been waiting, and joined the embrace. The guard at the door was tempted, but decided against it.

Cthulhu was ready for that one; he had been practicing his answer for that very question with Hastur the Unspeakable only the previous night.

Leave me in peace and I probably won't kill you. No promises, mind. Probably is absolutely the best I can do.

Cool, like a cat burglar." "You eat cats, Mulch.

Willard jerked a little. "That's chilly, Constable. Did you just murder me?

Freedom is secured not by the fulfilling of men's desires, but by the removal of desire.

Stop judging the things that fate brings you as "good" or "evil"; only judge your own thoughts, desires, and actions as good or evil. If you suppose events to be good or evil in themselves, when life doesn't go as you wish you will inevitably blame the Author.