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Hello, Hello.” Magnus Swept Toward Them..."alec, My Darling, Clary. And Rat-boy." He Swept A Bow Toward Simon, Who Looked Annoyed. "to What Do I Owe The Pleasure?" "we Came To See Jace," Clary Said. "is He All Right?" "i Don’t Know," Magnus Said. "does He Normally Just Lie On The Floor Like That Without Moving?" "what –," Alec Began, And Broke Off As Magnus Laughed. "that’s Not Funny." "you’re So Easy To Tease. And Yes, Your Friend Is Just Fine. Well, Except That He Keeps Putting All My Things Away And Trying To Clean Up. Now I Can’t Find Anything. He’s Compulsive.

Sarcasm Is The Last Refuge Of The Imaginatively Bankrupt.

I'm Always So Glad I Have No Idea What You're Vacantly Chatting About," Said Jace. It Fills Me With A Sense Of Peace And Well-being.

Don't Screech Like That. You'll Wake The Dead.

Normal People Dont Generally Find Their Homes Ransacked By Demons.