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It's extraordinary," muttered the professor. "There's a special connection between them." "Like me and me favourite mop," added Dotty.

How did it sound?" asked Tom. "Awful! But it didn't matter how it sounded!" said Robin. "It was how it felt!

Aaah! Miss Zoe. My favourite customer.

A bronze bust of some dictator or other, who had gone by the name of "Trump.

Are you sure you want this, Dennis?" asked Raj. "Vogue is mainly read by ladies, and your drama teacher Mr Howerd.

Winnie Prophecy Mystelle Passionfruit Turquoise Dave Smith,

Shut ya face. I'm watchin' TV and stuffin' meself!" came the woman's gruff voice from the lounge.

Give us it you little ****," said the other one. I have to confess, reader, that the **** bit was a swear word. Other swear words include ****, ******** and of course the incredibly rude ************************. If you don't know any swear words it's best to ask a parent or teacher or other responsible adult to make a list for you.

Magazines like that are for girls! And woofters!" "SHUT UP!" said Dad. Dennis

Naughty bottom!" called out Dotty, slapping her own rear end. Just as

Oh, bother!," said Pooh, as Piglet came back from the dead.

I will not negotiate with the undead!

Sometimes we call it 'Extra Chunky,' too." "Why's that?" she finally asked. "Because," DeForrest said, barely able to contain his mirth, "when you run over a hippy with this thing, extra chunky is about all that's left.

a poker-rectumed pillar of the establishment [Marcus Corvinus on a Roman Senator]

The situation has a real Lovecraft feel to it. Though, you know, if you come over it'll be more of an Anne Rice situation. If you know what I mean." "Who's-" "Because you're gay.

Sound filled the room, a crystal melody that could lift any human heart and turn away any devil. It was "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake.

No. We talked about this. I'm going home to eat a pie.

We don't feel like that's a good faith offer, because it seems more like you're just trying to save money on cockroaches.

Arnie sighed and for a quick moment looked genuinely sympathetic that someone could dream up something this elaborately sad.

They passed a law that said I couldn't put my hands in my pockets. Do you know why? Because they would become concealed weapons. I can kill a man with these hands.

You think the jellyfish ate her?" "Bones and all?" "We're talking about a tentacled flying lamp fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?

I don't see it right now - maybe it was in a different book - but anyway, he says that when you read the Bible, the Devil looks back at you through the pages." "What, like his Bible was possessed? Holy shit, he must have been the worst priest ever.

We were not restrained in our chairs, but there were so many guns on us that if I scratched my nose, the shooting aftermath would look like somebody had just spilled a huge lasagna here.

John unzipped the satchel and pulled out a weapon he had made, a Bible wrapped around the end of a baseball bat with electrician's tape. He brought it up to the ready. I pushed "play.