The Creators,” Minho said; then he spat on the floor. “I’m gonna break your faces!

In other words, a considerable portion of your extraordinary gift comes from the simple fact that you very much want to do good." -Master George

But there was something about the largest object in the solar system vanishing that tended to disrupt normal schedules.

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

A roar cut through the melee: a booming growl, a noise that might come out of a she-bear protecting a cub. It was Alec- and suddenly bodies were flying everywhere.

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

Minho was the first one to speak since the food had come. “Maybe we should just give in to those shuckfaces. Do what they want. One day we’ll all sit around, fat and happy.” Thomas knew he didn’t mean a word of it. “Yeah, maybe you can find a nice pretty girl who works here, settle down, get married and have kids. Just in time for the world to end in a sea of lunatics.” Minho kept at it. “WICKED’s going to figure out this blueprint business and we’ll all live happily ever after.