Chaos reigned, and the survivalists eagerly unwrapped the kidskin from their crossbows. Phase one of Opal's plan was complete.

It took teams of LEP warlocks to slow down time for a few hours; the magic required to open a door to the tunnel was stupendous. It would be easier to shoot down the moon. Opal tapped this into her notepad. Reminder. Shoot down the moon? Viable?

My bugs don't have bugs.

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

The humans were protecting their heritage, or so they thought. Strange that Mud Men seem more concerned about the past than the present.

I am Butler. Anything I say sounds scary.

There is no such thing as a happy ending. Every culture has a maxim that makes this point, while nowhere in the Universe is there a single gravestone that reads 'He Loved Everything About His Life, Especially the Dying Bit at the End'.