“You.... tapped that ass. Presumably it was, phat?”

“I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.”

“As in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'?" The skull howled with laughter. "You just got your ass handed to you by a nursery tale?""I wouldn't say they handed me my ass," I said.Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. "That's because you can't see yourself," he choked out. "Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass.”

“- Did you really save the world ?...- Mostly I was saving my own ass. Just happend that the world was in the same spot.”

“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.”

“I put on the boots and kicked some monster ass.”

“I didn't know this before, but as it turns out, Tyrannosaurs can really haul ass.”