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368 pages, Hardcover
First published April 19, 2016
“You ever shoot anybody?” he said. “No.” “You’ll love it. It really clears out the sinuses.”
“Are these the fried flesh of a black boar sacrificed with the eagle-headed blade on a mountaintop in a thunderstorm?”And let’s not forget about the star of the show, the angel
Jerry shook his head.
“Not exactly.”
“Not exactly? What are they, then?”
“Blue corn chips.”
“What brand of chips?”
“Monsieur Crunchero.”
“Don’t you mean Señor Crunchero?”
“No. Monsieur. They’re Canadian.”
“Because when we think of Mexican food we think of Saskatchewan,” said the priest.
They were large. Very large. Like a condor with a pituitary problem.Poor Qaphsiel’s life sucks a little bit, because he’s been stuck on earth for a little while, desperately trying to destroy humankind a little.
That was probably right after the Black Death swept across Europe and Asia . . . how long ago was it? Things were really looking up for him then. Whole cities laid waste. Flagellants running wild. Riots. Murders. Countries on the brink of anarchy. It looked like the human race was going to snuff it without him having to find the box after all. But then the unthinkable happened. The Plague died out.Now that’s quite the rip-off, if you ask me. No wonder poor Qaphsiel is slightly disgruntled, kinda sorta losing patience, and wants to get this over with for good and stuff.
“You suck on G.I. Joes a lot?” “When I was a kid,” said Tintin. “They didn’t make pacifiers big enough for me, so mom got used action figures at Goodwill for me to gnaw on.”This has to be one if not the Mostest Hilariously Zaniest Cast in the history of Mostest Hilariously Zaniest Casts, methinks.
The Magister scratched his ear, pondering the situation. “Good. When they come in, tell them to thaw out Fluffy.”
The Magister heard a satisfying gasp on the other end of the line. “Fluffy? Are you sure, Dark High One?”
“Very sure. And don’t tell anyone about him. I want it to be a surprise.”
“Oh, it will be, Magister. It will be.”
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They came to a row of elevators and one of the doors opened for them. Nelson pushed Coop inside and hit the button for the sixth floor. The floors they passed were labeled ELDRITCH HORRORS, INTERDIMENSIONAL HORRORS, SUPERSCIENCE HORRORS, MISCELLANEOUS HORRORS, and PING-PONG TOURNAMENT. Coop braced himself for whatever kind of grotesque shit would be waiting on 6.
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