“What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?”

“A small hole in his shirt revealed a gooey red blob right in the meaty part above his armpit, blood pouring from the wound. It hurt. It hurt bad. If hed thought his headache downstairs had been tou...”

“He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?''Like the ugliest shanky girl Ive ever seen,' Minho respon...”

“I was just kidding, shuck-face," Minho said. "Let's all go over there. She could have an army of psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers.""Psycho girl ninjas?" Newt repeated, his voice show...”

“Shuck it, Minho responded. Im tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin butt with twice this pain. Thomas shrugged. I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.”

“Rose took my nose, I suppose, he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. And it really blows.”

“A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.”

“I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.”

“If your workplace was somehow transplanted into the jungle and everyone was forced to survive at a very primitive level, it's safe to say that eventually your boss would rape you.”

“Minho snickered and leaned back in his chair. Man, you are one butt-load of sunshine, let me tell you.”

“Minho snickered and leaned back in his chair. “Man, you are one butt-load of sunshine, let me tell you.”