I Do Like To Read In Bed,

...to Be Injured On This Tundra Would Lead To A Quick And Painful Death—or At The Very Least Abject Humiliation Before The Popping Flashes Of The Tourist Season's Tail End, Which Was Slightly Less Painful Than A Painful Death, But Lasted Longer.

When The Moment Comes, Will You Take Your Chance To Be A Hero?

Knock Yourself Out... Or Rather, Don't.

Orion Nodded, Then Asked, “dwarf Cheese?” “cheese Made By Dwarfs.” “oh,” Said Orion, Relieved. “they Make It. It’s Not Actually . . .” “no. What A Horrible Thought.” “exactly.

Commander: What's That? Foaly: It's A Finger, What Does Look Like?