" He wore a blazer, or more accurately, three XL blazers sewn together. I could fit my whole body into one of his pant legs. My tiny thirty-two caliber Seecamp in my boot heel wouldn’t do shit to this man. If I shot him, the bullets would wet themselves and run away, crying. I "

― J.A. Konrath , Dead On My Feet (Phineas Troutt Mysteries #1)