Maybe we should wait....wait for him to kill another five or six, huh?

Leave him alone!" Debbie shouted. "Shut up, please, or I'll kill you," Mr Tiny replied.

One of the things is that in times of severe disorder, you can't worry about the dead, only the living.

I'd like to do something to help the worst afflicted, but I can't. It's not possible to save everybody. Even heroes have their all-too-human limits.

But I don't think Art's an Einstein - he likes tugging ears, biting people and burping too much to be a genius.

I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?

I know that no matter how lonely I get, I'll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don't leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait...in the shades.