Who walks among the famous living dead.

"Well?!" The smaller man's attention snaps back to the bright red eyes as he gestures for an explanation, "What the fuck do you want, you leprechaun? "
Jack can't help but wince at the angered tone in his voice. This isn't what he was prepared for.
"I want to be forgotten," Jack finally mutters

“How come his power doesn’t work on you” Phil asked as the pair maneuvered through the now crowded hallways.
“It does,” Dan answered, “But you can’t push a person past rock bottom, so I don’t notice any difference.”

Pete: While Patrick is out I'm going to cut the sleeves off all my shirts.
Andy: What? Why would you do that?
Pete: He's like eighty percent of my impulse control.

"Oh my god," he says, laughing. "Jesus fuck." The dogs look at him, confused, sick of being in the car. "I think that's the most insane thing I've ever tried, smuggling dogs, what the fuck is my life? I killed a man in prison and this is still the stupidest thing."

"Babydoll, explain to me again why I'm an evil Sorcerer in your game?" Jack arched a questioning brow at his daughter.

"Because you're dark and sinister, Dad."

"Oh," Jack shrugged, "fair enough."