Now, to do the job, I need some high-octane gasoline.

Doctor Sax bangs his knotty cane on the door of an Isadora Duncan-type party in the Castle in the Twenties when the batty lady owned it, when they see who's at the door all greenfaced and leering and blazing-maniac-eyed they scream and faint […]

They mourned their ancient leader lost.

Just look at them funbags, Balen said, ogling Eirene's breasts. Leering, the four men closed around her.