Part 5 The Voice- Make That My

I Read Some, And Then Visited With People Involved In This Curious, Exciting And Somewhat Misunderstood Sub-culture. I Met With A Fang Maker, Who Offered To Fit Me For An Exquisite Pair.

I Had A Question. "why Does The Name Pearl Harbor Sound So Familiar?" The Lieutenant Colonel's Eyes Narrowed. "pearl Harbor Is The Most Famous U.s. Military Base In The World," He Said Crisply. "it's The Only Place On U.s. Soil That Has Been Attacked In A Wars, Since The Revolutionary War." None Of This Was Ringing A Bell, But You Already Know I'm Totally Uneducated. Gazzy Leaned Over To Whisper, "it Was A Movie With Ben Affleck." Ah. Now I Remembered.

Glaring At The Gasman, Ter Borcht Said, “your Time Is Coming To An End, You Pathetic Failure Of An Experiment. Vhat You Say Now Is How You Vill Be Remembered.” Gazzy’s Blue Eyes Flashed. “then You Can Remember Me Telling You To Kiss My-” “enough!” Ter Borcht Said.

In The Dictionary, Next To The Word Stress, There Is A Picture Of A Midsize Mutant Stuck Inside A Dog Crate, Wondering If Her Destiny Is To Be Killed Or To Save The World. Okay, Not Really. But There Should Be.

Fang? Are You- Like Max?" Asked Dr. Martinez. "nope,"he Said, Sounding Bored. "i'm The Smart One." I Resisted The Urge To Kick Him In The Shin.