Okay, so let's run faster.

MEN, Charlene said. Leave that to you! Willa quipped.

Especially with four insanely angry, sword-carrying pirates bearing down on you, followed closely by an alien with a genetic malfunction that posed like Elvis Presley and looked slightly like a cross between a koala and a cuddly dog.

What is that in his hand?" "A cleaver. As in-" "Butcher's knife." "You got it." "I hope not." "He does not look happy." "Are you sure it's a he?" "I don't want to know.

Finn whispered, "What has a head, thorax, and abdomen, but stands six feet tall?" "A snowman?

Jez had gone from an evil twin to a sweet, even angelic, girl, all in less than a minute.

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