Dungeon Crawler Carl (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #1)

by Matt Dinniman

“Maybe Frank Q isn’t a human,” Donut was saying. “Maybe he’s one of those cocker spaniels.” She sniffed at the corpse. “Yes, this is definitely the work of a cocker spaniel.”

Don’t smear cocker spaniels!

“But you were always watching those videos on your iPad with the two women rolling around and cleaning each other. Would it have been cheating if Miss Beatrice let you watch?”

Donut: CARL IT IS ANOTHER VILE MURDERER. Carl: I don’t think so, not this time. Also, I know you don’t have to type in all caps. I’ve seen you do it before. It makes you sound like you are yelling. Donut: I AM YELLING CARL.

The bosses are caricatures, exaggerated stereotypes.

So are the female characters in this book

The honorarium “Knight” roughly translates to “Overweight, alcoholic bureaucrat who spends his days making new laws to oppress the poor and his nights drinking and getting pegged.”

Mud skipper. They attempted to get it listed as hate speech by the Syndicate a couple cycles back. Hardly anyone called them that until they made a big deal about it.

Streisand Effect applies to the entire universe

It’d still hurt, but they’d remain intact and unscarred and as pretty as ever for the psychotic AI.

Geez. Foot fetishes aren’t psychotic