Jack shook his head. "Not one of my many talents, sadly. But if you have a cherry stem I can show you a really cool one.

If he wakes up, I swear I’ll do anything. I’ll open gates, I’ll help all the paranormals, I’ll never judge people wearing Crocs again. Just let him wake up. Please.

Don't go alone," Lend said, his voice tight with concern. "I'll take Jack." "Oh, wonderful, take the other psychotic guy in your life to go find the first one.

It's a good thing we're pretty to look at," I said as Lend sat down on the orange plastic seats next to me. "Because we don't have much else going for us as bowlers.

Can't he be lonely and unbalanced around someone else's girlfriend?

This particular type of human carries weapons slightly more lethal than your beloved pink monstrosity

Told you I was going to mess up your make up," he said, a smug grin on his face.