I had to give him props, but how annoying of him to be a hero when I was trying so hard to dislike him. It was downright selfish.

What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and world destruction?

They're afraid of change, and we must change. They're afraid of the young, and we are the young. They're afraid of music, and music is our life. They're afraid of books, and knowledge, and ideas. They're most afraid of our magic.

Total?" I called. He looked up alertly, then ran over to me, small pink tongue hanging out. Total?" I said when he was close. "Can you talk?" He flopped down on the grass, panting slightly. "Yeah. So?" Jeezum. I mean, mutant weirdos are nothing new to me, you know? But a talking dog?

I love Nudge, Nudge is a great kid, but that motormouth of hers could have turned Mother Teresa into an ax murderer.

Yes," I said. "My name is seven-five-nine-nine-three-nine-ex-dash-one. Junior.

There's nothing more annoying than cold logic and reason when you've got a good fit going.