“Kill a puppy,” suggested Mal. “Owww!” he howled indignantly as a particularly large ball of hail clipped him in the ear.
“And you say God doesn’t exist,” muttered Wash. “I’d say [i]someone[/i] just got smited.”
“Great, another complex to add to my ever-growing collection,” grumbled Mal, fingering his ear.
-- The Losing Side, Chapter 34 by jetflair