I was flying right toward him (the pig) at the speed of demigod-smashing.
I gave her my deluxe I'll-Kill-You-Later stare.
Mark my words, nothing smells worse than burned scorpion.
Two farewell gifts," Sadie muttered, "from two gorgeous guys. I hate my life.
Keep it simple (Frank Zhang)
Don't worry, goat boy. The milkman is dead.