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Gotta love a comic that uses the word "fortnight"

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Lenore Case and Margo Lane have history? Shiwan Khan wants to hire the Green Hornet to attack the United States? The Shadow is mounting a massive counterespionage operation? How much better can this get?

"I'm going to get his address from them," Dahl said. "You think they'll give it to you?" Hester asked. "Of course they will," Dahl said. "I'm him."

"Well, anyway," Jenkins said. "You're right about one thing. It's messed up that the most rational explanation for what does go on in this ship is that a television show intrudes on our reality and warps it. But that's not the worst thing about it." "Jesus Christ," Finn said. "If that's not the worst thing, what is?" "That as far as I can tell," Jenkins said, "it's not actually a very good show."

Some part of his brain wanted to know if he was running in the right direction; another part wanted to know why he wasn't using is phone to contact Q'eeng. A third part reminded him that he had a pulse gun of his own, which might be effective against whatever was currently eating Cassaway and Mbeke. A fourth part of his brain was saying, This is the part where you run and scream a lot.

Does he look like a yeti?

There's something seriously wrong with this ship!

So I feel like this is one giant nerdy internet joke. Bring it!

Trapped by his executioners at last, Cicero leaned out from his litter and bared his throat to the sword. This was the gesture of a gladiator, and one he had always admired. Defeated in the greatest and deadliest of all games, he unflinchingly accepted his fate. He died as he would surely have wished: bravely, a martyr to freedom and freedom of speech.

So it was that Caesar, arriving in the middle of a dynastic death struggle with barely four thousand men, more than made up in prejudices what he lacked in troops. The contemptibility of the Ptolemies was confirmed for him from the moment he stepped ashore. There, a welcoming gift on the harbor quay, was Pompey's pickled head. Caesar wept...

As the Republic tottered, so the tremors could be felt throughout the world.

No one could know it at the time, but 460 years of the free Republic were being brought to an end.

Sleaze had begun to corrode the moral authority of the Senate.