“What was that?”
“Did anyone else hear…?”
“Oh my God. Look at that!”
“Dear me, is that something to do with us, Mr Swift?”
“You know, Mrs Rafaat, I think it might be.”
“But all that glass! That’s going to cost a fortune to replace.”
“That’s what makes me think it might be something to do with us.”
“Do you think everyone is all right?”
“Well, personally I find massive symptoms of architectural destruction a rather positive indication.”
“That’s because you’re incompetent, sorcerer.”
“Thank you, Sammy. The next time I’m fighting off unstoppable evils, I’ll remember that key piece of feedback and advice.”
“Should we do something?”
“You took the words out of my mouth, Mrs Rafaat. Let’s… do something bloody mythic.”