Cats Are Like Baptists. You Know They

Denial Is Not Just A River In Egypt.

Fang, Fang. I Love You. I Looooove You. I Love You Thiiiiiiiiiis Much!

I Gave Him A Kick And He Stepped Back Onto The Third Rail. Exploding, Flaming Eraser! This Is Why Moms Tell You To Stay Away From The Third Rail, But It Sure Came In Handy This Time.

Iggy Nodded. “i’m Bummed We Couldn’t Use Big Boy,” He Said. “but I Don’t Want To Waste It. We Have To Actually See Them First. I Mean, You Do.” “maybe Tomorrow,” The Gasman Said Encouragingly. “we’ll Go See What Havoc We’ve Wreaked.” “wrought.

Fang Felt A Cold Jolt, Then Dismissed It. Max Wasn’t Dead. He Would Know, Somehow. He Would Have Felt It. The World Still Felt The Same To Him; Therefore, Max Was Still In It.