After tricking a banshee into having a nasty industrial accident, instead of killing him, the 'hero' of the story surveys the scene...

He arose slowly, on unsteady legs, and stared at what had become of the creature. If he'd been a hero, he would have taken the opportunity to say, "That's what I call sorted!" Since he wasn't a hero, he threw up. A body doesn't work properly when significant bits are not sharing the same space-time frame as the rest of it, but it does look more colorful. The trade-off is not to its advantage.

from Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett