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

Just because you start out as one thing, it doesn't mean you can't grow into something else.

In the name of the Pizza Lord. Charge!

Polka will never die.

Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.

You're a cop. I need a doughnut.

Mab turned back to me and eyed me up and down. She quirked one eyebrow, very slightly, somehow conveying layers of disapproval toward multiple aspects of my appearance, conduct, and situation, and said, 'Finally.' 'There’s been a lot on my mind,' I replied. 'It seems unlikely that your cares will lighten,' Queen Mab replied. 'Improve your mind.'