My grandmother’s voice rang in my head, 'You have to haggle. Always haggle. Otherwise, they won’t respect you.

And after the army, nothing in real life scared me. Except a shovel. And churches still put the fear of God into me…

The door flew open, and I ducked immediately, which was the only reason I didn’t get a purse to the face. I’d seen that trick from her before.

I came here with Fat Willie for some beer. He got me drunk, rolled me up in the carpet, and stuck me under the bench,' I answered truthfully.

That’s how we humans are: put something off once, and we’ll think of a thousand reasons why we shouldn’t do it at all.

I should note that the Fayroll world was seamless, so you never had to wait for new levels to load. Noobland, that safe cradle where players were never bothered and almost never threatened, was, therefore, indistinguishable from the big world.

A rabbit ran by with all its experience, fur, and meat. A hardworking badger rustled away while a wiggly snake slunk off. Well, fauna, meet Man, your destroyer.