“They weren't wearing their handy-dandy I'm an Evil Demon T-shirts; nevertheless, I could tell they were coming for me.”

“They served "Good Food" but only a G, an O and a D were lit up. Personally, I doubted God dined there. Unless God was keen on samonella poisoning and rat droppings in the hamburgers. But then again, what did I know?”

“No, I wanna go kick puppies," she retorted.”

“I love it when my justifications for avoiding housework are actually legitimate. ”

“Distract him? What the hell was I supposed to do? Strip naked and do the hula?”

“Can I just say that dying sucks? All that bullshit about seeing the light and having this inner peace, blah, blah, blah. It's crap.”

“What? Look at my newly mutilated flesh? Screw you!”