“If our cover breaks in here, we’re toast. Worse that toast, we’re the crappy crumbs of carbon left at the bottom of a toster oven that I haven’t cleaned out in three months.”

“I’ve got to hit the bottom of this weird-ass rabbit hole anytime now, right?”

“The room continued to spin though she was standing still, but her ears were hot. She felt like she'd just slammed three doubles of tequila and needed a fistfight chaser.”

“But, self, that thing was on TV, and this one wants to tear your liver out your nose. Run.”

“I am a master of folklore - I should be able to throw folklore fireballs or something.”

“So, how bad of an idea is it to go there? On a scale of cooking-whithout-a-shirt to being-an-evil-priest-in-an-Alexandre-Dumas-book?”

“Right now. Living. Aiming to misbehave or just trying not to fade away.”