Perhaps dumping nanomachines on the entire population on the say-so of some weird blue guy you found out in the woods is not such a hot idea?

The last thing I hear before I pass out in Christian Grey’s arms is his harsh epithet.

“Fuck!”

A delightful way to refer to your rather boring hands.

Doctor Who has become a religion, and not in a good sense.

Hughes goes on to say, “statisticians computed the infernal population as consisting of 1,758,064,176 devils” (W 71). Medieval demographers arrived at this number by assuming there were 6 legions of demons, each consisting of 66 cohorts, each of which consisted of 666 companies, and each company 6,666 individuals.

A blueprint may be invaluable in constructing a bar, but one cannot have a beer inside one.

Thus in City our Earth is overrun by ants, but the intelligent dogs and the remaining humans escape to other worlds in the time stream.

For example, in Special Deliverance, the humans are stalked by The Wailer, which turns out to be a huge wolf-like creature that bellows an infinitely-sad howl. They never learn what the creature is, why it seems sad, or how it got there. 

Indeed, I shall study highly “abstracted” cats below.

Now our “cat” comprises two cylindrical sections: the “forecat” (F), “hinder-cat” (F) and two legs (L) which can be drawn in so that they are flush with the hinder-cat’s surface.