
What, you think he liked having to turn in his own partner?
ButterScraps was a good man, a good cop. A cop's cop.
But now he knew where the missing crack-cocaine was stashed.
He had no choice.
Don't you get that? He didn't have a choice.
"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."

"God in Heaven, Dr. Harmony, you mean you've deciphered all 27 Dimensions of Compatibility? Do you have any idea what that means?!"
Niko sat dead still, sweat building on her forehead. Just breathe... she thought. "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age." -- The Call of Cthulhu, 1928.
No, he was serious. He was gonna talk to the temp agency. No, he was, no listen, he was because this was not what he thought taking a temp job in space would be like. At all, okay?
Waking up in the lustful embrace of Satan every night like clockwork at 3:37am and satisfying his every carnal demand was a price Newt Gingrich was prepared to pay.
It was part of the deal he'd struck with the Coruscant D.A.'s Office: if he showed up at the hospital they'd waive the Jedi-Assault charges over the Incident last month with the grade-schoolers that had gotten in Lord Vader's way at the Starbucks.
Hey. Look. At the end of the day, it was just another mission.
Dr. Frisby had been using the Inner-Me Costume exercise in therapy sessions with kids for years, with healthy results.
They were going to prove to Mitch just how tolerant and liberal a family they really were. Even if it killed them.
It was the kind of dream that spoke volumes.
Darcy would never blame Gill for his infertility.
The Coke bottle hung frozen in the air.
"She came to our planet at a time when so many hard-working Americans had... had just given up, Danny. On our country and ourselves. And she taught us to fight again. And she gave us our faith back. And she could nuke countries we hated with her mind."
"You mean the stories Grandmama tells are true?"
The Lilliputian Uprising had been a blood bath, not exactly the "peaceful takeover" they'd been sold by the media back home. He'd lost good men liberating those little fuckers.
Look, the company didn't hire her to spare people's feelings. The company hired her to give the interview process a much-needed shot of frank, honest feedback.