Fang! Angel?" I Yelled, Not

Have You Guys Been Playing In Toxic Waste Again?" Fang Asked Severely, Putting His Hands On His Hips. Nudge Giggled. "no." "been Bitten By A Radioactive Spider?" Fang Went On. "struck By Lightning? Drink A Super-soldier Serum?" "no, No, No," Said Iggy. He Started Reaching For Things Around The Table, And His Hand Landed On Total. "you're Black." "i Prefer Canine-american." Said Total. "when's That Pie Coming? I'm Starving.

Right There, In Front Of Everyone, I Threw My Arms Arond His Neck And Mashed My Mouth Against His. He Was Startled For A Second, Then His Strong Arms Wraped Around Me So Tightly I Could Hardly Breathe. "zomg," I Heard Nudge Whisper.

We Will Destroy You,” The Flyboys Droned. “you Have No Escape.” That Was The Most Imaginative, Threatening Thing The Whitecoats Had Programmed These ’droids To Say? “talk About Lame,” Fang Muttered.

I Vill Destroy De Snickers Bar!" Gazzy(the Gas Man)

Unfortunately, Every Time Someone Said “debriefing,” The Entire Flock Had One Image: Someone’s Tighty-whities Disappearing In A Flash. We Were Smothering Our Giggles, But It Was Getting Harder. Coupled With The Whole “naval This, And Naval That,” With Its Undeniable Belly-button Connotations, We Were Essentially Turning Into A Sugar-jacked, Sleep-deprived Flock Of Incoherent, Silly, Recombinant-dna Goofballs. This Was Not Going To End Well.