The Gate of the Feral Gods (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #4)

by Matt Dinniman

Everybody loves it when someone brings immortal death machines to the party.

You will not break me. Fuck you all. I will break you.

“You keep destroying governmental buildings, Carl,” Donut said. “People are going to start thinking you have a problem with authority.”

There’s no such thing as a non-profit religion.

Level 55 Borough Boss! It’s a bird! It’s a landscaping tool! It’s a goddamned death robot!

“Sometimes we do things that are not of our nature to protect our own.”

We are all prostitutes in one way or another, I suppose.

I wouldn’t trust a guy who fucked an ooze.

Donut awakened in my arms. Donut freaked the absolute fuck out.

This is a betrayal worse than when you gave my pet biscuits to that danger dingo.”

“That was pretty awesome,” I said once it was clear we were safe from the sharks. “Go fuck yourself, Carl,” Donut said.

I hope to be in and out in an hour, tops.” Tran turned to Vadim. “Do you own a red shirt? I feel as if I should put one on.” “What does that mean?” Vadim asked.

Ahh, the planet earth. A whole lot of culture. A whole lot of spunk. So many dumbasses.