I only need to know one thing. Am I going to need the flamethrower?

I have no idea what that is, but yawn, anyway, just on principle. Eat up. Pancakes is brain food. Apparently not grammar food. Wow.You college girls are mean.

Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne

Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It'll be bigge than pilates. --Eve

How you going to stop me, cupcake? Hit me with your book bag?" "If I have to.

Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

I feel safer with my old enemy beside me.