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“Note to self: Do not block flying headstones with my ankle.”

“By the way I am thee Kit Thompson,” said Kit and the girl fainted, “And that never gets old.”

“The only time people hang around with me is to make their problems seem smaller. It’s really hard to complain about a C- when the person you’re talking to is dodging fire balls for her life, yet amazingly some can do it.”

“You know you’ve been in this business too long when someone comes up to you screaming, ‘It’s the end of the world!’ and your response is to yawn and ask very calmly and nonchalantly, ‘Again?’”

“Let’s put it this way, there are a lot of people who wouldn’t mind seeing my entrails ripped out.”

“I see dumb people.”

“What’s going on, Kit?” asked Coop.
“What’s going on, Kit?” asked Kit in a mocking, deep voice, “What no, ‘Hello, Kit,’ no, ‘How are you, Kit?’ no, ‘How’s your life turned out, Kit?’? I’ve been gone for six years and all you can say is ‘What’s going on Kit?’?”
“Well clearly you’re still mental.”
“Little bit.”

“Oh, shit-.”

“I was all ‘ooh!’ and you were all ‘eek!’ and he was all ‘ow!’ and they were all ‘woo!’ and then I was like ‘dude!’.”
“What?”

“Uhsherkatilonku?”
“Say that again in English.”

“Would you believe that it was an accident?

“Oh man, I got shot, again.”

“Everyone has problems,” said Kit, “Mine just got collected together and formed their own entity and terrorized a whole other planet for twelve years.”

“How many times do I have to threaten your life on a daily basis?

“So this is my army of superheroes, our last line of defense?” asked Kit as the chaos spread, “The universe is doomed.”