Love keeps her in the air when she ought to fall down. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard. I'm the one who brings about the thought-pocalypse. I'm a rogue demon hunter now. Magic's all balderdash and chicanery. I've seen the best and the worst of you. Uh, hey, I got a idea. Instead of us hanging around playing art critic 'til I get pinched by the man, how's about we move away from this eerie-ass piece of work, and get on with our increasingly eerie-ass day. How's that?
It's like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Nobody could do that much decoupage without calling on the powers of darkness. I'll never leave. Not even if you kill me. Well, excuse me, Mr. I-spent-the-sixties-in-an-electric-Kool-Aid-funky-Satan-groove! Sweetie, if he had a tussle with that Sasquatch, we'd be in the dirt right about now, scooping up the Captain's teeth. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after. I don't want to use the word genius, but I'd be ok if you wanted to. That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship.
All the protein, vitamins and carbs of your grandma's best turkey dinner, plus fifteen percent alcohol. Okay, uh, I'm lost. I'm angry. And I'm armed.