I Was Going To Go To Church,

From The Look On Your Face, I'd Say You Know Him." I Nodded. "sold Him A Cannoli When I Was In High School." Connie Grunted. "honey, Half Of All The Women In New Jersey Have Sold Him Their Cannoli

The 'barnaby' Books Were Always Intended To Be Graphic Novels.

The Golden Years Are For Pussies. We Went Straight To Brass.

One Of The Men Gave Butch A Bunch Of Volts With A Stun Gun. The Rangeman Didn’t Move Fast Enough, And Butch Grabbed The Gun And Threw It Across The Room. “hunh,” Rangeman Guy Said. “yeah,” I Said. “been There, Done That.” “are You Sure He’s Human?” “maybe You Could Hook A Chain To The Flexicuffs On His Ankles And Drag Him Behind Your Car,” I Said. “we Tried That Once, And Ranger Didn’t Like It,” The Guy Said. “you Do Something Twice That Ranger Doesn’t Like, And You’re Out Of A Job And Damaged.

You Could Be The Mega Mage Of Wizards. You Could Rule Minionfire. Do You Really Think So?' Yeah, But You'd Have To Make A Deal With The Wood Elves.' I Don't Like The Wood Elves.' They're Okay. They're Misunderstood.