Tobias asked. "Weird? Weird?" Marco crowed. "The talking bird wants to know if getting information on the location of an alien from a whale, that you've just saved from sharks, by turning into dolphins . . . You're suggesting that's weird?

Oh, it's just a trash can. Chill out." (Marco) BAM! BAM! BAM! "Okay, so it's four trash cans," (Marco) " BAM! BAM! BAM! "Do you hate trash cans? Is that your problem? Do you just HATE TRASH CANS?!!" (Jake)

But hunger, like food, comes in many shapes and colors.

I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.

Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur?

Full emergency power to the engines. Ram the Blade ship.

Everything ends eventually. I guess that's what makes summer so intense, this feeling that it lasts for only a a short while and then it's back to reality.