"Not to put too fine a point on it, Elliot, but you've been wrong about the unicorn, the mermaids, Serene's long-term interest in you, whether you can run a four minute mile, Trollish declensions, Bright-Eyes' patience, what lengths both my and Serene's families will go to, and what kinds of things can actually survive here," Luke said, displaying a surprisingly good memory for someone who thought of Trigon as a worthwhile pastime.

"That's because I keep expecting this world to behave as a deconstruction of a Tolkeinesque Western European fantasy land, and there's just enough playing it straight to annoy me," Elliot retorted. At Luke's blank look, Elliot threw up his hands and stomped off to about Commander Woodsinger.