Well, I don't like the first bit and I don't know the last bit. So I'm really hoping the middle bit is exceptional.
I don't like lollipops.
When you've come face-to-face with the dark side of the school yard, life doesn't hold many surprises.
If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written.
Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.
It took teams of LEP warlocks to slow down time for a few hours; the magic required to open a door to the tunnel was stupendous. It would be easier to shoot down the moon. Opal tapped this into her notepad. Reminder. Shoot down the moon? Viable?