Morty, I already told you it’s not your family! They’re clones from an alternate reality, possessed by demonic alien spirits from another dimension’s future!
You don’t know what you can do? Fine, I’ll spell it out. You can get my clone right now. Go pick her up yourself if you have to. My doctor says I need the transplant in the next six weeks. That’s a hard deadline.
But whatever the rest of humanity might have thought, the Detweiler line was far from extinct. In fact, the Detweiler genome was one of the—if not the—most improved within the entire Alignment. And Albrecht Detweiler’s “sons” were also his genetic clones.
During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem “Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning”, four of the audience members died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off.
He doesn’t want us to cut through our chains. He wants us to cut through our feet!
The thieves fled, leaving both men chained by the wrists to the railing on the outside of the station. Neither of them were strong enough to break the chains, though both tried.
He began to crawl out of the hole.
Win or lose, they wouldn’t get him for the organ banks. The vehicular traffic level would smash every useful part of him.
Trying to exhaust himself, Vaughan devised an endless almanac of terrifying wounds and insane collisions: The lungs of elderly men punctured by door-handles; the chests of young women impaled on steering-columns; the cheek of handsome youths torn on the chromium latches of quarter-lights.
I hope life on Earth is everything you remember it to be.
We Can Remember It for You Wholesale
I’d never spent much time in Nighttown. Nobody there had anything to pay me to remember, and most of them had a lot they paid regularly to forget.
I’d earned the title Gil the Arm that night in Ceres.
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
“Eärendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvernien”
Now, Mr. Frodo, you shouldn’t make fun; I was being serious.
You will die in seven days.
Well, at least I won’t die alone.
“here lies harry dresden ✬ he died doing the right thing”.
“Up … to you,” she whispered, her eyes burning into his with the fiery power of a soul consuming itself in the face of approaching death. “Get—” She paused, fighting for breath. “Get my people . … out. Trust . . . you, Oli—”
“I’ve heard rumors about the planet you’re sending me to. It even has a nickname: the Death Trap.”
“All planets are death traps to the unprepared.”