Satan was crouched in the corner of his office, playing a gameboy, 'Die alien scum' he was saying feverishly.

Radomosity, thought Artemis. And he felt like weeping.

The Theory of Evolution has more holes in it than a dam made out of Swiss cheese.

Miss me? Bet you did ... so would I.

The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers' head.

There’s always time for babbling.

I don't like lollipops.