Hell's Library: Twilight
Hell's Library: James Joyce
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Hell’s Library: The books come to life.
No Liz! What are you talking about? That would be great.
No it wouldn't.
PS: All Aboard my Train of Thought!
On a vaguely related note this makes me think of Hell’s Kitchen.
In which that chef tells everyone that they suck, in the following fashion:
“You call that cutting up carrots?
My mother could cut up carrots better than you, with no arms, by telepathy, with a sacrificial knife.”
On a completely unrelated note: ancient sacrificial knives look really dull, which would be unfortunate if someone was attempting to take your heart out.