I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
My shirt got torn in a fight. Yours evidently has a fast-release tab.
Anger is great. It's powerful, when you need something to hold you up. Something to steel your spine. But in the dark, when you're alone with the truth, anger can't survive. The only thing that can live in the dark with you is fear.
Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?
Dad, I can count the number of normal school days I've had this year on one hand.
Iโm confiscating your hair dryerโyouโve fried your brain.