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She's Magnificent," Radius Said, Smiling Proudly As He Vaulted The Steps And Followed Aphrodite. "i Can Think Of A Lot Of M Words That She Could Be. Magnificent Isn't One Of Them," Stark Grumbled. "mental And Mean Pop Into My Head," I Said. "manure Pops Into Mine," Stark Said. "manure?" "i Think She's Full Of Shot, But It's Too Many Words And Doesn't Start With An M, So That's As Close As I Could Get," He Said.

The Problem, Of Course, Was That Turning Into A Monster Was The Brighter Of My Two Choices. Choice Number 1: I Turn Into A Vampyre, Which Equals A Monster In Just About Any Human’s Mind. Choice Number 2: My Body Rejects The Change And I Die. Forever. So The Good News Is That I Wouldn’t Have To Take The Geometry Test Tomorrow.

I'm Gay. I Know Things.

She's Easy To Lead Around, A Shiny Present Here, A Pretty Compliment There, And You Have True Love And A Popped Cherry Sacrificed To The God Of Deception And Hormones. Young Girls Are So Ridiculous--so Predictably Easy.

No, Kramisha, He's Not Black. He's A Killer Bird With Evil For His Daddy.