We are not going to die. Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. We're not? No. And do you know why? He shook his head. Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to...
Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.
What's with that? Butters screamed, his voice high and frightened. Just covering his head with his arms? Didn't he see the lawyer in the movie?