Yeah, right," Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once." Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a fake smile. "There, you happy?" "Dude," he responded. "You are one ugly shank.

I've always had high ambitions and aspirations.

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything. “There’s something about us. We’re not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We’re valuable. Alive, not dead.” The anger on Jorge’s face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What’s a shank?

No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

What would I do without you? I'd die of stress and depression before nature killed me.

If you ain’t scared… you ain’t human.

Just follow me and run like your life depends on it. Because it does.