We will destroy you,” the Flyboys droned. “You have no escape.” That was the most imaginative, threatening thing the whitecoats had programmed these ’droids to say? “Talk about lame,” Fang muttered.

Can I come in? No! I'm in a towel! I'm blind!

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!

SITTING TIGHT? Holing up? Waiting for answers? Those are things I'm not good at. Planning a massive attack against mechanical geeky-like things when i was already furious and itching to kill something? Piece o'cake

"Uh-huh," I said. "Because all you mad, evil scientists sit around whipping up batches of Pillsbury's finest during your coffee breaks. I mean, this is pathetic."

I vill eat nine Snikuhs bahs visout bahfing

The hardest part about parenting is when I have to be The Dad--aka the Fun-Sucker--as opposed to being a friend.