Tonight, they’d make their stand, once and for all.

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

It was you and me, Tom. We did this to them. To us.

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

You’re disgusting when you eat,” Chuck said, sitting on the bench next to him. “It’s like watching a starving pig eat his own klunk.

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

Do books about the Holocaust make us think, "Oh well, there was nothing we could've done to prevent that or prevent it from happening again"? Of course not. It makes us angry and determined to stop such atrocities.