I'm on my feet, pacing around the room, punching a fist into my palm, which I stop doing when I realise how drama queen it feels.

We're being lead by an idiot with a crayon.

The name's Bond. James Omar Bond.

I'm on my feet, pacing around the room, punching a fist into my palm, which I stop doing when I realise how drama queen it feels.

Butler,” he called, his voice thin and childlike in the wind. “Yes, Artemis, what?” “If something goes wrong, wait for me. No matter how it looks, I will return. I will bring them all back.

I hear that you were on a date with Trouble Kelp. Are you two planning on building a bivouac any time soon?

I don't like lollipops.