Wonderful craftsmanship, Simon decided with the expert eye of one who had played enough computer games to know art when he saw it.

At the last moment, she remembered that her Master might be watching her and, knowing that good girls bend at the knees while bad girls bend at the waist, she picked up the cigar butt, as it were, in style.

The coding was anachronistic, kind of like bokeh in a renaissance painting.

Many things have been compared to a brick, mainly as a tribute to their intellect or to their aerodynamic characteristics.

The conversation had been so lacking in quality that it actually made Toddlers and Tiaras look like good entertainment by comparison.

He knew for a fact that he was so hopelessly bad at seeing through camouflage that, if left alone in the forest, he might even attempt to make fire by rubbing two snakes together.

You learned a lot by playing RPGs, although not all of it was useful, or real for that matter – unless you really believed that wolves normally carry seven gold pieces, a flawed garnet, a scroll of ice storm, and a lock pick somewhere about their person.

On a scale ranging from very little to too much, Merkin could just about categorize the amount of personal data stored in Master Loo’s computer as a shitload.

Simon did not solve problems, he just shamed them into going away.