"Oooh, Metamophoses thinks he's Snidely Fucking Whiplash!" Renee snorted. "What if this place isn't one of your Netherworlds, huh? I mean, it can't help you, but there's a reason why the train makes us wear things straight out of Ilsabard Penney's Pages, Pageant of Peasantry!"

Though the boots were nice. Really nice, for boots that weren't basically adhering to you at a molecular level...

"Don't make me come over there and give that truck the People's Elbow!"