I don’t even know what to say to you. (Acheron) Me, either. I guess we’ll just stand here and cry at each other, huh? (Kat)

Hey, Vader, keep your Jedi mind tricks to yourself. That hurt! (Jesse)

You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you. (Acheron)

Hey, Ms. P," Tad called, "what's going on?" She let out a slow breath before she answered. "You won't believe this... Brian Murrey tried to eat Scott Morgan." Nick's eyes widened at the unexpected explanation. Had he heard that right?

I write simply because I hear voices of people in my head who won't give me peace until I convey their stories to the rest of the world. Seriously. They've always been with me. While other girls played with dolls, and my brothers with Hot Wheels, I was busy traveling through space or traipsing through graveyards with my imaginary playmates.

Shutup, lapdog, this isn’t your fight, either. Boy, you better counsel that tongue before you find yourself without it.

Ren frowned as he surveyed the madness they were knee-deep in. “Why are you under such heavy fire?” Nick gave him a droll stare. “Oh, I don’t know. But we’re really enjoying it. Fear has such a wonderfully romantic scent to it that they ought to turn it into cologne and deodorant. Eau de Ew. Let’s all just take a minute, and bask in it.