Where is your unit?" Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.

Just like credit card companies, or those student loan people. Now there's evil for you.

Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

Bob, would you be willing to take on Evil Bob?" Bob's eyes darted nervously. "I'd . . . prefer not to. I'd really, really prefer not to. You have no idea. That me was crazy. And buff. He worked out.

As 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.

I've always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary.

My gast was pretty well flabbered.