Look here, I was minding my own business doing my first run-through of the Dresden Files like pounding Oktoberfest beer and Bob nearly murdered me as I was taking my evening pill. I wasn't expecting Bob's: RIP HER CLOTHES OFF as I was taking a second mouthful of sparkling water in.
So there's me, carbonated beverage about to murder me, go up my nose, carbonate my lungs as I avoid an epic spit-take.
Not. Expecting. Marsters to yell that. Quite. So. Well.
