Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross
Some typewriters in Whitehall, in the Pentagon, killed more civilians than our little A4 could have ever hoped to.
Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it's all--hahhhh.
Danger's over, Banana Breakfast is saved.
Liebig himself seems to have occupied the role of a gate, or sorting-demon, such as his younger contemporary Clerk Maxwell once proposed, helping to concentrate energy into one favored room of the Creation at the expense of everything else.