I feel like Alice falling into Wonderland. A line came to him: It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

I'm right there with you, darlin'. Unless you step on a landmine, in which case I'm way back in the Operations Room.

Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now.

Mulch was not impressed. 'I'm not impressed,' he said.

Too much damned TV. Thinks he's Sherlock Holmes." "That's professor Moriarty," corrected Foaly. "Holmes, Moriarty, they both look the same with the flesh scorched off their skulls.

I never tell anyone exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared.

If it looks like a Dwarf, and it smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf or a latrine wearing dungerees.