What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?โ Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. โI donโt have a mustache, you idiot!โ Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. โAnd you know what?โ I added. โYou donโt have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope.โ I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
James PattersonWe will destroy you,โ the Flyboys droned. โYou have no escape.โ That was the most imaginative, threatening thing the whitecoats had programmed these โdroids to say? โTalk about lame,โ Fang muttered.
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