Besides, we have the one the God Hand wishes to see.” “What about the God foot?” I said. “Or the God pinky finger?

Can I finish my blasted story? We’ll get to supernatural kindergarten later.

Everything occurred in phases. The “Holy Crap, We’re Dead!” phase was marked by mass hysteria. Mass euphoria resulted from the “Holy Crap, We’re Free of Life’s Burdens!” phase. Now things had shifted into the “Holy Crap, We Can Do Whatever We Want!” phase in which mass indulgence made the ancient Romans look like teetotalers.

I looked at her like I'd just seen a miniature Elvis break-dancing on her head.

Does this mean Harry Potter really exists?

Ready for your first lesson, cupcake?

What was it about women and crying that made me feel like crap? They must have guilt pheromones in their tears.

No wonder Edward was such a crazy driver," I muttered. "Who's Edward?" Elyssa asked. "You know, from Twilight.

Those are Klingon and Federation ships," I said. "You're a nerd, Shelton, but, holy crap, do I love this.

I wanted to find a nice quiet spot, go to sleep, and dream about kittens.