“Okay," Kincaid said. "Anyone have any questions?""Why do they sell hot dogs in packages of ten but hot dog buns in packages of eight?”

“People love dogs. You can never go wrong adding a dog to the story.”

“Stop," Kincaid said in a calm voice. "Unclench.""Unclench what?" Murphy demanded."Unclench your ass.""Excuse me?""You're going to trip the beam. You need another quarter inch. Relax.""I am relaxed," Murphy growled."Oh," Kincaid said. "Damn, great ass then.”

“Kincaid! Bolshevik Muppet!”

“I like dogs. They give Mister something to snack on.”

“You killed my dog! Get your affairs in order.”

“So we get a plan," I said. "Any suggestions?""Blow up the building," Kincaid said without looking up. "That works good for vampires. Then soak what's left in gasoline. Set it on fire. Then blow it all up again.""For future reference, I was sort of hoping for a suggestion that didn't sound like it came from that Bolshevik Muppet with all the dynamite.”