Will you take this seriously? The future of an entire species is at stake.Yes, we’re going to save them with a fart gun.
I realized that I'm a child.William looked point-blank at her chest. No.
She surveyed the carnage behind him. Did you have fun?He showed her his teeth. Yes.
That's all right, she told him. I can manage. I can sleep outside just fine.Four pairs of eyes looked at her with a distinctly male skepticism.
Did I hurt you in the parking lot?No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car.Great.
Just stay close to us. If we get in trouble, we'll kill everything.
You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist.She snarled. Heh.
Oh, I don't know. I might grow on you.She furrowed her pretty eyebrows. Like a cancer?Like a favorite vice.
He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill...
Oh, Gods.His eyes shone with want and predatory satisfaction. The name's William. It's a common mistake.
Ask a man how much a dollar is worth, and he'll tell you, 'Almost nothing.' Try to take a dollar away from him, and you'll get yourself a fight.