They faced each other. 'I'm going to enjoy this,'Melancholia said. 'I daresay I'm not.

I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don't know, possibly littering.

I would love to have a battle of wits with you, Bison, but I doubt it would be a fair fight.' 'Shut your face.' 'Exactly my point.

Oh, escape is easy once you have the right plan.' 'Do we have the right plan?' 'Not yet.' 'Do we have any plan?' 'Not yet.

He crouched at the car window and looked in. 'What a lovely family you have. What a charming family. They're all lovely. Except for that one.' His finger jabbed the glass. 'That one's a bit ugly.

So how are we going to get into the temple, anyway? Are we going to fight our way through the Necromancers on our own?' 'No, we're going to find a way to let our friends in, and then we'll let them fight while we stand by and look smug.' 'I like that plan.' 'It has its moments.

You're under arrest for multiple counts of murder. You have the right to not much at all, really. Do you have anything to say in your defense?