Bon appétit.

Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!” she screeched, jigging back into the kitchen.

It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye,” Ferbus said too loudly. “Then it’s one-eyed fun.

Here’s the thing,’ he said, his face strained. ‘It’s just that I’ve been treading really carefully around you and this whole Cordy thing all day, just like Mort told me to. And I had to...

Talk like the Discovery Channel all you want, but a book of fossils and a tub of plaster does not an orgy make.

Five minutes ago. And where is my cashier? Watching goats mate on the computer?

Souls live on without their bodies. But bodies without souls are nothing but compost.

She wished she had a set of greeting cards at the ready, but Hallmark probably didn’t make any that said Thank you for giving up your life so that me and my friends could escape!...