FEBRIZIUM();” said Buggeroff, and the foul smell immediately disappeared as if by, well − Magic.

Alas, between the “shouldn’t” and the “shouldn’t have”—that is precisely where life happens.

Let’s just say that once the party was over, the Tribe had the decency to put most of the things back into place with the possible, and otherwise notable, exception of the platypus and a moronic drinking game that later evolved into the imperial measurement system.

There was a rare quality about Nurse Grace’s smile. It was the knowledge that sooner or later her smile would inspire some witty observer to say something around the lines of, “Every time you do this, an angel farts”.

At the last moment, she remembered that her Master might be watching her and, knowing that good girls bend at the knees while bad girls bend at the waist, she picked up the cigar butt, as it were, in style.

Merkin had used only one drop of the “just soap.” Two drops would have made her Master walk slightly awkwardly. Three drops would have made a Victorian gentleman utter something really lustful, such as “you transfix me quite.

The coding was anachronistic, kind of like bokeh in a renaissance painting.

Simon did not solve problems, he just shamed them into going away.

It had been an embarrassing moment, like the one you get when you realize for the first time that you have what it takes to become an accountant.

Many things have been compared to a brick, mainly as a tribute to their intellect or to their aerodynamic characteristics.

He spoke in a trembling voice that didn’t seem to be entirely in sync with the movement of his lips. That’s because sound travels slower in halitosis.