I'm very emotional. I do feel stuff, for better or worse.
He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. “Mmm. You smell so good.” “Oh, yeah,” I said, smirking. “I call this new perfume ‘Le Jungle grime et tropical BO.’ ” “Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.
Do I open it? Do I open it? Of course I freaking open it!
Yes," I said. "My name is seven-five-nine-nine-three-nine-ex-dash-one. Junior.
Max-I'm not going to die today.
YOU COULD LOCK the Gasman in a padded cell with some dental floss and a bowl of Jell-O, and he'd find a way to make something to explode.