I think I just had an evilgasm.
I know it's an artistic cliche, but every time I look at my past work, I want to projectile vomit.
Hey, look, I just regenerated a finger. Guess which one.
Also, as a rule of thumb, if you find yourself defending your inalienable right to make someone else feel like garbage, you're on the wrong side of the argument.
You should have seen the look on your skull.
Sacrificing minions: is there any problem it CAN'T solve?