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'Don't tell me you got rid of Mr Rabbitson, the Fifth Earl of Woodstock?'
'I'm not a monster,' Jet scoffed, heading for the bathroom.
'He's in the closet. One of his arms fell off, though. Ooh, foreshadowing.'

Saying that after losing consciousness in one a due to a leaking aneurysm is diabolical.

'See the brand. Coleby. Is that one you use at work, that your employees have?'
[...]
'Luke?' She showed him the screen.
'Not off the top of m head.'
'No, it was off the top of my head, Luke. The back actually.'

mhm dark humour

'Jet swung, made a dent, then billy swung, his dent twice the size of hers.
'Hey,' she said, 'your Sledgehammer is better. Switch.'
It wasn't the Sledgehammer.'

'Hey.' Jet's eyes burned into him. 'You better not have been eavesdropping.'
'I wasn't, I swear!'
'Tell anyone, and I'll let your dad know about your freaky little porn collection.'
Owen whimpered.'

'A lot of knockoff superheroes at the costume contest, a shitty plastic gold medal for the winner: Spider-ish-Man.'

'Don't tell me you got rid of Mr Rabbitson, the Fifth Earl of Woodstock?'
'I'm not a monster,' Jet scoffed, heading for the bathroom.
'He's in the closet. One of his arms fell off, though. Ooh, foreshadowing.'

Saying that after losing consciousness in one a due to a leaking aneurysm is diabolical.

'See the brand. Coleby. Is that one you use at work, that your employees have?'
[...]
'Luke?' She showed him the screen.
'Not off the top of m head.'
'No, it was off the top of my head, Luke. The back actually.'

mhm dark humour