“I was all, "Oh, dog, Countess gonna crack open a forty of whup-ass on you now. Oh, you in the sh*t now, wigga!" (I am not incline to use hip-hop vernacular often, but there are times when, like French, it just better expresses the sentiment of the moment.) -Abby”

“I am not inclined to use hip-hop vernacular often, but there are times when, like French, it just better expresses the sentiment of the moment”

“I quote Tolkien because he puts it better. But I can still open a can of whup ass all over you."You're right," I told him. "He does put it better.”

“Oh sh-t Romeos Dead. 'ats a Shame.”

“So I'm all, "Owned! Bee-yatch! Dog fucking owned you!" Doing a minor booty dance of ownage, perhaps, in retrospect, a bit prematurely. (I believe hip-hop to be the apprpriate language for taunting, at least until I learn French.)”

“Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see. See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.”