Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can't help but like him a little.

Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.

I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family.

Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?

I lunged, low and quick, and drove about a foot of cold steel into his danglies. Hey, I don't care what kind of fearie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you've got danglies, and can loose them, that's the kind of sight that makes you reconsider the possible genitalia-related ramifications of your actions real damned quick.

Heroism doesn't pay very well. I try to be cold-blooded and money-oriented, but I keep screwing it up.

I like dogs. They give Mister something to snack on.