So even though his involvement with the goblin uprising during his fourteenth year was to be traumatic, terrifying, and dangerous; it was probably the best thing that could have happened. At least he spent some time outdoors and got to meet some new people.It’s a pity most of them were trying to kill him.

Now, Benny was no eejit. He wasn't expecting the Tunisian nationals to be Irish. What he did expect was darkish people with Irishy personalities.That was not what he got.The Tunisians weren't interested in conforming to Benny's preconceptions. They stubbornly insisted on being themselves.

The universe has certain rules. Among them are:He who owns a sharp tool will eventually cut himself.And:Laboratory accidents never result in super-hero-type powers.And most applicable in this case:He who laughs first gets caught.The first rule could be, at a stretch, applied to Tony Stark and the Iron Man suit, considering recent events.One notable exception to the second rule was currently swinging around New York City on a spider web, which did not bear thinking about.

What a peach of a night this had turned out to be.Everett fucking Moreau: master planner.Like that little French guy who used to get with tall ladies to prove a point. Napoleon.But not like him at all, except for they both ended up fucked on an island, if he didn’t misremember his history. Or maybe it was Huck Finn who got fucked on an island.Either way, he was the idiot getting fucked on a water-locked landmass this fine evening.

Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.

It felt like my teeth were sweating. Eoin Colfer's The Legend of Spud Murphy

Inside the mirrored elevator, Mulch used a telescopic pointer to push P for the penthouse. For the first few months he had jumped to reach the button, but that was undignified behavior for a millionaire. And besides, he was certain that Art could hear the thumping from the security desk.

You don't understand!' Foaly objected.Trouble cut him off with a chop of his hand through the air. 'I never understand. That's why we pay you and your dork posse."Foaly objected again. 'They are not dorks!'Trouble found space for yet another holster. 'Really? That guy brings a Beanie Baby to work every day. And your nephew, Mayne, speaks fluent Unicorn.''They're not all dorks,' said Foaly, correcting himself.

Don't try to understand me, just be grateful that you felt the warmth of Zaphod Beeblebrox's aura on your wonderstruck face.