Normal (Normal, #1-4)

by Warren Ellis

“Hand over the entire internet now and nobody gets hurt,” she said, aiming the toothbrush at the nurse like an evil magic wand.

Adam didn’t know what the staff here at Normal Head had been told about him, for them to arrange his collection by a giant capable of circumcising redwoods with his teeth,

He could pick out an oak, and had had Douglas firs pointed out to him during a previous trip to Portland, but otherwise trees in Adam Dearden’s life went by the name “tree.”

Some happy solutionist idiot with banana-yellow glasses and hair like a startled badger talking

Tastes better than Soylent, too. Much less like drinking a hobo’s sperm.”

“Clough is an economist, and therefore permanently mentally compromised long before he set foot in Normal Head.

Dickson appeared from nowhere like the world’s shittiest elf, sweating, bloodshot eyes on stalks and grinding his teeth like he was trying to gnaw through a railroad track. “What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?”