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

When I wanted information, it was silent; when I didn't want to hear from it, it got chatty. It was alost as irritating as Fang.

Fang: "Have you guys been playing in the toxic waste again? Been bitten by a radioactive spider? Struck by lightning? Drink a super-soldier serum?"

My style is colloquial storytelling. It's the way we tell stories to one another - it's not writerly, it's not overdone.

So the first thing we're gonna do," I told him, "is push you off the roof.

It's been said that love finds you when you're ready.

I'm a girl of extremes. When I love something, I'm like a puppy dog (without all the licking). When I'm cranky, I'm a wasp (like a whole hive of 'em). And when I'm angry, I'm a Mother Bear with a predator after her cubs: Dangerous.