...The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me. 'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!' - Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher
Jim ButcherAs in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'?" The skull howled with laughter. "You just got your ass handed to you by a nursery tale?""I wouldn't say they handed me my ass," I said.Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. "That's because you can't see yourself," he choked out. "Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass.
Jim ButcherAh. Medieval-style ransom.โ Toot looked confused. โHe did run some, but I stopped him, my lord. Like, just now. In front of you. Right over there.โ There were several conspicuous sounds behind me, the loudest from my apprentice, and I turned to eye everyone else. They were all either covering smiles or holding them backโ poorly. โHey, peanut gallery,โ I said. โThis isnโt as easy as Iโm making it look.โ โYouโre doing fine,โ Karrin said, her eyes twinkling. I sighed. โCome on, Toot,โ I said, and walked over to Hook.
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