The Alloy of Law/Funny

Spook's dialect has become High Imperial, the local equivalent of Latin.
We have this gem of a conversation:

Wax: I once shot the tail off a dog by mistake. It's kind of a funny story.
Steris: Shooting dogs is hardly appropriate dinner conversation.
Wax: I know. Particularly since I was aiming for its balls.

Miles, after getting his gun shot out of his hand for the fourth time: "Stop doing that! You bast--"
This one speaks for itself really.

Wax: "Logic doesn't work on Wayne."
Wayne: "I bought a ward against it from a traveling fortuneteller, it lets me add two an' two and get a pickle."
Marasi: "I... have no response to that."

The fact that aluminum's Anti-Magic properties mean that wearing a foil hat to prevent mind control actually works.
This conversation after Wax gets injured.

Wayne: "I got quite near my entire rusted back blown off earlier, if you'll kindly remember and I didn't hear nearly an ounce of the sympathy you're showin' him."
Marasi: "That's different."
Wayne: "What? Why? Cuz' I can heal?"

Marasi: "No, because even after knowing you only a short time, I'm fairly certain that on one level or another you deserve to get blown up every now and again."

Wayne and Waxillium in a Slider bubble, arguing about how they're going to escape the explosion frozen in time about 10 feet away. While Marasi keeps chanting "It's getting bigger...Guys, it's coming closer...".

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