You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.

Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!

Hey,” the other said, coming to life. “You’re supposed to be in jail.” Al grinned at him, his white-gloved grip tightening on the wooden handle, which was intricately carved in the shape of a naked, writhing woman. Nice. “And your momma wanted you to have a brain,” he said, yanking the door open and slamming it into the guy’s face.

There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.

But he's Rachel Candy!" -Both Jenks and Al

Married pixy, I told myself, forcing my eyes back to the shelf of ceramic animals. Fifty-four kids. Beautiful wife, sweet as sugar, who would kill me in my sleep while apologizing for it.

If it was up to me, I’d choose the hard path with the easy ending, not the easy path with the hard end.