Nothing kills a party like an oversize metal hedgehog.

She surveyed the carnage behind him. "Did you have fun?" He showed her his teeth. "Yes.

Tall, with skin the color of rich coffee, and dressed all in black, Jim looked like he was carved from a block of solid muscle. Logic said that at some point he must've been a baby and then a child, but looking at him one was almost convinced that some deity touched the ground with its scepter and proclaimed, "There shall be a badass," and Jim sprung into existence, fully formed, complete with clothes, and ready for action.

So. You refuse my money, you serve me thirty-year-old Highland Park scotch, and we've been in the same room for approximately five minutes, yet none of my bones are broken. This leads me to believe that your back is against the wall and you desperately need me for something. I'm dying to know what that is.

I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?

Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.

Aha," Andrea said. "I'm going to ignore that you just referred to yourself as 'sugar woogums'.