The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.

The Railroad? Aren't they busy liberating vending machines and saving computers?

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

So a ghoul walks into a bar...
Bartender says: "We don't serve any ghouls here."
Ghoul says: "That's fine. Is the human fresh?"