DONUT: Oh, honey. You used to be a sex doll. I'm quite certain you can handle all manner of indignity.
SAMANTHA: Don't slut-shame me. I'm going to kill your mother.
"Carl," Circe eventually said, "what are you doing?"
"You did it," I said, not moving my head from the table. "You killed me. I am literally dead right now. Your kid couldn't do it, but you pulled it off. You've succeeded in boring me to death."
When one values coin above life, you should target the coin, for it hurts them more. And that is my food. My life. My god. Hurting the naga and everyone responsible for this nightmare.
And you want to know the beautiful part? All those other pricks won't interfere. Everyone will want you to pull it off. All the factions. All the fans. The showrunners. The AI. Everybody. That spell always leads to carnage. Everybody likes carnage when it's not them.
"Holy shit. Will you be really able to work at the alchemy table like this? Do you want me to build a booster chair for you?"
"Go fuck yourself, Carl," Mordecai said.