Recent content by Sablestick

"Hey! You best not be doing anything to my car, or I swear I will feed you to the gibbering creatures of the other world that infest the other planes of existence held at bay only by the shrinking quivering boundaries that hold our world stable and shirk and get worn down minute by second by...

"Heheh, must be magic then, most people couldn't, with a straight face, say that the purple midget part is true. How about that rat? NOW GET OUTTA MY CAR!" his hands seems to shake, but the gun stays rock steady

"Hey you little Rodent! Get out from my car!" Darrell cries out, then holding his shotgun and aiming with great intensity at the wreckage He glances quickly at Matilda "Oh I know it exists, so I'll be happy to help if it'll get this little rat to watch his tongue. How about this: I am a...

"Yes, I DID just call you a rat, and how DARE you call my car vintage! It is a fresh off the factory floor automobile that the police station purchased just last week. And for another thing, of course it has fuel, what else would a car run on? Tonic? Whisky? Magic?" he laughs at the last statement

"Hey you little rat! Get away from my car!" Darrell aims his shotgun at Speedy

"You've never heard of the United States of America? It is a country founded upon the basis of a love of freedom and peace, of liberty and equality, of good old fashioned traditional values, and of creativity and opportunity! We're the country all other countries aspire to be, at least that's...

"WOMEN AND CHILDREN, of all the loathsome things to do! Kid, let me give you a piece of advice, you just take yourself and that girl, and when you get out of here you take the first boat you can to America, tell them your story, and we'll send fresh men to reinforce your army. War is no place...

"Sad day when men send children to fight for them. Don't think that'll ever happen in America though. Say, that lady over there" Darrell points at Jane "She's wearing he same outfit. She isn't in your army too is she?"

"So, you're saying that there's not a chance in hell of my car being fixed anytime soon? Well, I suppose that means I'll just have to deal with things on foot. Shame about my byakee trophies" he nudges one of the dead eldritch abominations with his shoe. "Say, kid, that looks like some sort of...

"Well, that, unfortunately, is something I can't do. See, I was made the deputy of Arkham, and as such this car is part of my office, which means that I need it to fulfill my duty to its inhabitants, and since the portal I came through originated there, this entire place is technically under my...

"Hey, how long do you think it would take to fix my car up?" he points over to a mangled wreck of metal and wood crashed into seemingly thin air. There looks to be two corpses of strange and impossibly limbed creatures mounted to the crushed roof This is the car in question

"Hey! Kid! You with the whole motorpool worth of tools! Come here!" Darrell yells over to Homer

"Well, if you had seen some of the things I have, that may be just as well. Well, maybe one of the others could help me" Darrell looks to the rest of the crowd "HEY! Does anyone here know how to fix an automobile?"

"You... don't know if you're good with your hands? Hmmm, let me phrase it differently... Are you good at fixing things? Repairing things? Manual labor? Physical work? Any of those? Or, more straightforward, can you help me fix up my car?" he points to the wreck

"Then that," he sighs, "would be a problem" he looks over to his car wreck "Are you any good with your hands?"