Bluh-huh-huh" Minho groaned, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd just stepped in a pile of klunk.

Never give up, laugh a lot. Be good to others.

We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.

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

Thomas had a depressing - and scary - thought. 'Am I . . . replacing someone? Did somebody get killed?' Minho shook his head. 'No, we're just training you - someone'll want a break. Don't worry, it's been a while since a Runner was killed.' For some reason that last statement worried Thomas, though he hoped it didn't show on his face.

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.

Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?