I know it's an artistic cliche, but every time I look at my past work, I want to projectile vomit.

I think I just had an evilgasm.

Hey, look, I just regenerated a finger. Guess which one.

Sacrificing minions: is there any problem it CAN'T solve?

I know it's an artistic cliche, but every time I look at my past work, I want to projectile vomit.

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.