Marcone's scum... But he's his own scum.

I would hit you on the head with a rock and drag you away from this. But it would only shatter the rock.

Death is only frightening from the near side.

Of course Evil's afoot. If it had switched to the metric system it'd be up to a meter by now.

We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.

Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.

My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom - and started figuring out how to rip someone's heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?