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

One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

People imagine it as a great border wall, a one-time solution to protect humanity forever. Whereas it's more like a torn-open trash bag taped over a busted window.

Smashing! Soon, my friend - soon we can share a flagon of something liquid and a tale of derring-do!

I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

In Louisville I met a maid,
mark well what I do say,
and she was mistress of her trade,
it was diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my hand upon her toe,
mark well what I do say,
she says 'young man you're rather low',
for a diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my finger on her knee,
mark well what I do say,
she says 'young man you're rather free',
for it's diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my arm around her waist,
mark well what I do say,
she says 'young man you're in great haste',
for the diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my hand upon her thigh,
mark well what I do say,
she says 'you're getting pretty nice',
and a diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my hand upon her ass,
mark well what I do say,
she says 'let's lat down on the grass',
and diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

Mirror: A mirror hangs above a bent and broken sink. In a fierce discharge of masculine energy, someone has ripped half of the faucet off.

Conceptualization: Was this not the same elan that founds empires and lays waste to cities, virile, uncaring towards the little things?

Don't matter how much perfume a corpo sprays on mornings, by lunch that's replaced by the stench of skullduggery.

The road to Hell is paved - by Argent energy.

God took a rest day on the 7th, but we don't! 7 days of work all the time!

Good patients get a nice, new face. Bad patients bleed all over the floor because they want to screw up their surgeon's life!

They say pain's a deal between body and brain. You can break it, throw the pain away, bury it. Whole lotta horseshit.

Player: I'm going to replace all your memories with pictures of cats. Meow.
DiMA: Well, I suppose that would certainly make remembering some of my darker hours more... fuzzy.

COMMUNISM IS A LIE!

The genius of the hole: no matter how long you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down in an instant.