Good try, ya bugging shank. The Gathering elects Runners, and if you think I'm tough, they'd laugh in your face.

I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters

Dude, you tried to slice my you-know-what's off!" Thomas laughed, something that he hadn't done in a long time. He welcomed it happily. "Too bad I didn't. Could've saved the world from future little Minhos.

But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.

Thomas jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "You met our new friend?" Miho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I gotta get me one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff." "Am I awake?" Thomas asked. "You're awake. Now eat—you look horrible. Almost as bad as Rat Man over there, reading his book.

It was her. It was Teresa.

Quit voting me down before you even think about what I'm saying.