"I've been thinking," Brooklyn said as I gawked at the god sitting next to me, "if you get all lovey-dovey and decide to elope to Las Vegas where Jared uses his powers to clean up at the poker tables and you guys buy a mansion in the Manzano Mountains with twenty-seven rooms and decide - because you're rich and all - to buy a new computer, can I have your iMac then?"... "Um, no, you're not getting my iMac." "Dang."

Who is Dr. A. von Holstein? And is he related, by chance, to a race of cows?

He had threatened my parents. I had to remember that. Still, it was really hard to stay mad at a wounded naked man.

He seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.

I’m currently unsupervised It frisks me out too but the possibilities are endless

While I was busy reminiscing about my first day on earth, I had forgotten that I was falling to my death. Damned ADD.

In Cookie's defense, it was raining wildcats and rabid dogs.