The Next Morning, Fang And

Total?" I Called. He Looked Up Alertly, Then Ran Over To Me, Small Pink Tongue Hanging Out. Total?" I Said When He Was Close. "can You Talk?" He Flopped Down On The Grass, Panting Slightly. "yeah. So?" Jeezum. I Mean, Mutant Weirdos Are Nothing New To Me, You Know? But A Talking Dog?

"uh-huh," I Said. "because All You Mad, Evil Scientists Sit Around Whipping Up Batches Of Pillsbury's Finest During Your Coffee Breaks. I Mean, This Is Pathetic."

Even Needing To Get To Angel, We Couldn’t Forget The Basic Necessity Of Eating.

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

You Know Things Have Gone Bad When Military Marches Pass For Pop Music.