Trust Me. I'm A Genius.

The Two Of Them Went Down In A Heap, With Not Even A Turkey To Break Their Fall.

Satan Was Crouched In The Corner Of His Office, Playing A Gameboy, 'die Alien Scum' He Was Saying Feverishly.

I Am Butler. Anything I Say Sounds Scary.

It Took Teams Of Lep Warlocks To Slow Down Time For A Few Hours; The Magic Required To Open A Door To The Tunnel Was Stupendous. It Would Be Easier To Shoot Down The Moon. Opal Tapped This Into Her Notepad. Reminder. Shoot Down The Moon? Viable?

You Know You're In Trouble When Your Own Imagination Starts Punishing You.