Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. "Does anysing on you vork properly?" Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. "Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony." Ter Borcht tsked. "You are a liability to your group. I assume you alvays hold onto someone's shirt, yes? Following dem closely?" "Only when I'm trying to steal their dessert," Iggy said truthfully.
James PattersonWe probably looked like starving orphan children. Hey! We were starving orphan children.
James PattersonHow did you become blind, uh, Jeff is it?" Yeah, Jeff. Well, I looked directly at the sun, you know, the way they always tell you not to. If only I had listened.
James PattersonWhat 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.
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