Advanced life-forms, my seweet patootie. Jerks. Both of them.

Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it “wind tossed.” If only she knew.

Yeah,” said Iggy. “But what now? Let’s do something fun.” I guess being on the run from bloodthirsty Erasers and insane scientists wasn’t enough fun for him. Kids today are so spoiled.

Maybe he was a good a good whitecoat—like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese.

Is dere anysing special about you? Anysing vorth saving?" Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.

I think sometimes we give people a lot of credit just because they're writing nice sentences even if it isn't adding up to much.

Homework is a term that means grown up imposed yet self-afflicting torture.