A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.

It was calling me, that button," he offered as his excuse. "I couldn't resist." -MULCH DIGGUMS ON A HIGHLY PRESS-ABLE BUTTON-

Butler could kill you a hundred different ways without use of his armoury. Though I'm sure one would be quite sufficient.

Anything else, Butler?" "The cosh, sir.

Maybe I’ll keep you.” Abbot chuckled and prodded Artemis’s back with his sword. “It’d be nice to have a pet human around. I could teach you tricks.” “I have a trick for you,” said Artemis, and he fired a single blast from the gun.

Everything rests on the poisoned wine. If it were just the queen, I could force it down her gullet, but Declan Broekhart would run me through with that damned ceremonial sword, and if his wife's stares were daggers, he'd be dead already.

Scientists are the enemies of tradition , and tradition own all the prisons. - Victor Vigny