Besides my great fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.
Besides my great fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.
Fang felt a cold jolt, then dismissed it. Max wasnÆt dead. He would know, somehow. He would have felt it. The world still felt the same to him; therefore, Max was still in it.
I didn't think he was a robot...but I did wonder if his emotions had been designed out of him. Of course, with a guy, how could I tell? Ha ha!
I vill eat nine Snikuhs bahs visout bahfing
Let's just say that if these scientist had been using their brilliance for good instead of evil, cars would run off water vapor and leave fresh compost behind them; no one would be hungry; no one would be ill; all buildings would be earthquake-, bomb-, and flood-proof; and the world's entire economy would have collapsed and been replaced by one based on the value of chocolate.
Pain is a message, and you can choose to ignore that message.
We will destroy you,ö the Flyboys droned. ôYou have no escape.ö That was the most imaginative, threatening thing the whitecoats had programmed these Ædroids to say? ôTalk about lame,ö Fang muttered.
Why, the little Voice inside my head, of course. You mean you don't have one? I did.
You really are a scary man,no really! If I had boots I would be quaking in them.
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