Shee, you guys are so unhip it's a wonder your bums don't fall off.

It's good to leave your room super-messy when you're away. Whoever tries to break into your room will thought it has already been ransacked.

The lights went out in his eyes for absolutely the very last time ever.

He turned slowly like a fridge door opening.

Not unnaturally, many elevators imbued with intelligence and precognition became terribly frustrated with the mindless business of going up and down, up and down, experimented briefly with the notion of going sideways, as a sort of existential protest, demanded participation in the decision-making process and finally took to squatting in basements sulking. An impoverished hitch-hiker visiting any planets in the Sirius star system these days can pick up easy money working as a counsellor for neurotic elevators.

The problem is, or rather one of the problems, for there are many, a sizeable proportion of which are continually clogging up the civil, commercial, and criminal courts in all areas of the Galaxy, and especially, where possible, the more corrupt ones, this. The previous sentence makes sense. That is not the problem. This is: Change. Read it through again and you'll get it.

It's not the fall that kills you; it's the sudden stop at the end.