Rene looked at Grendel. “What in the world is that?” “That’s our mutant attack poodle,” I told her. “Is he chewing on a gun?
We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.
Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute.
Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.
I think I've been rather reasonable about this whole situation." "How do you figure?" "They are still breathing, aren't they?
And then what?" "I'll burn that bridge when I cross it.