I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.

Rache,” he said, trying to get into my line of sight. “What more do you need? God to send a telegram?" (Jenks)

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.

CINCINNATI MORGUE, AN EQUAL-OPPORTUNITY SERVICE SINCE 1966.

I have to save the world tomorrow, and I don't even know what I'm going to wear yet.--Rachel Morgan

Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

What are you?" I rasped. It smiled. "Whatever scares you.