Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see ’em?

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother’s pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

What... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.

You will not live through this if she does not

If you eliminate all possible explanations, then the impossible is the answer.

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.