From recently read Service Model

There is no reason why Central Services will not be able to fix me. I only did one murder.

He was a robot put out of work by automation.

And some ridiculous unintentially-funny parts of Our Worm Ouroboros (old timey fantasy) that I wrote down:

Corund leaned on the parapet and shaded his eyes with his hand that was broad as a smoked haddock

I hold this burg of Eshgrar Ogo as a nut betwixt the crackers.

why, there's a proper man indeed: weareth a shaven lip too, which, as experienced opinion shall tell thee, far exceedeth your nasty mustachios.

As the fool thinketh, so the bell blinketh.

...had our army smashed like an egg that is dropped from a watch-tower on pavement of hard granite.

Fifteen ships, and every ship as full of men as there be eggs in a herring's roe