Right now...
A ton of greed-blinded dragons are descending on Phi..
Captain Fluffy Pants II Esquire has been defeated by Duckling..
My head has been dented in by high-speed chops.. (My brain is not in my head, so It's all good.)
"Have a spirit nuke, Jester!" I say while throwing it to him.
I shout as I space warp away. "Chow!"
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather