Pretty please. With sugar.
I put the ick in magic.
It's all right to be afraid. You just don't let it stop you from doing your job.
If I need you I'll give you a signal.' What signal?" I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl
I'd been in hairier situations than this one. Actually, it's sort of depressing, thinking how many times I'd been in them. But if experience had taught me anything, it was this: No matter how screwed up things are, they can get a whole lot worse.
Molly blinked, then looked at Thomas and said, "Wait a minute.... We're his flunkies." "You, may be," Thomas said, sneering. "I'm his thug. I'm way higher than a flunky." "You are high if you think I'm taking any orders from you," Molly said tartly.