A lyrical, slow-motion crunching impact with defuse lighting and a fog machine, scored with some traditional Chinese Three-Stringed Gitfiddle music.

Bwah-ha-ha-ha!

Dirk, Brian Reegan would like a word with you.

Rucksack of Ruefulness.

Voodoo Slug (Slightly Slimy).

You want to get pissed on like Focault, don't you?

Senator, did we give up after the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?

No, I'm not enough of a fool to be a libertarian. I haven't read anything of F. Paul Wilson's since _An Enemy of the State_ came out years ago. I had to Wikipedia that, and your question is wildly flattering. But I'm a tubby old Hillbilly history teacher.

That's fucking genius and I'll be laughing for days. ;-)

It was his publicist.

Doesn't that mean "I don't really give a shit?"
That's what it means when I say it, anyway.

Even Christie from _My Left Foot_ could probably fuck him up.

You do mean the *birds*, right?

"Oh, look, a little girl."
-Ftumch the demon from _The Young Ones_

And *this* is why we study Classical Languages, people!

"Only I, Don King, had the *vision*… for Friday Night Sissy Fights!"

Guess I'll have to use my .45 to make 'em Jump! Jump! Jump!

Just go fuck yourself, asshole.

No, she's just English ;-)

That would be *glorious*.