I've never been quite sure what part of the body you stick the food stamps to, to start absorbing nutrients.

Often members are used to renovate the new building on the cheap, as well.

It's worse than that. An area has an existing building/org. The people in the org are required to raise funds for the new org. If they own the old building, it's sold and the money goes away, not to be seen again. They buy the new building, and find they have to pay rent to scientology to continue running the org.…

and, of course, you're told from day one that you're saving mankind, that the world outside the group is den of depravity and injustice, that leaving will mean you're committed to a billion years of spiralling down into oblivion. etc.

Homosexuality is considered 'low-toned', which has very negative connotations in Scientology. On the other hand Scientology is willing to claim to individuals they can 'cure' them (probably less of a draw these days than it used to be). Celebs get to be homosexual as long as they keep it to themselves and Scientology…

It appears their only real growth (such as it is) is in countries where English is not well spoken, probably because critical websites are in English.

It tries to be all things to all people. It might claim to help you overcome your 'ruin' (Whatever is bothering you the most about yout life at the moment). The claim that you'll be helping others might appeal. The promise of awesome mind-powers might appeal. The promise of untold wealth through awesome mind-powers…

Obviously I want the correct toe. All toes are not the same. And saints' bones are like other collectables… There are buckets of femurs and teeth and so on, but they only release a handful of the more obscure bones.

Which toe? I've almost got the complete skeleton.

Gotcha. For the same reason I have a win 98 laptop setup so I can access a commodore 1541 disk drive.

He must work there or something.

Something using a parallel port?

Who's the cat with the wings?

Well, the nature of Monkey is irrepressible, so I'm obligated.

My work here is done.

Your love is like bad Presidents. Bad Presidents is what I need.

My preferred drunken monologue begins, "In the worlds before Monkey, primal chaos reigned…"

Snap your spine like a pencil.

I keep waiting for Nielsen to slam his forehead into one of those low Krell doorframes.

It had a scene that successfully translated from the short story… when the compound is attacked by the little boy and bear, followed by another, then a crew of them top the rise. I thought it was suitably creepy.