The Medium Obscured The Message.

So I Am Death" Charlie Said Then Turned To His Daughter While Buttering His Toast. "this Is Death Toast Sweety.

That's The Scary Thing About Hope," She Said. "if You Let It Go Too Long It Turns Into Faith.

And I'll Have You Know That If You Hurt My Son Again, If He So Much As Sighs Sadly Over His Coffee, I Will Hire A Man, A Russian, Probably, To Hunt You Down And Rip All That Shiny Black Hair From Your Head, Then Break Your Skinny Arms And Legs, And Set You On Fire, And Then Put You Out With A Hammer. And Should There Be Children From Your Beastly Rutting, I Shall Have The Russian Man Cut Them To Tiny Pieces And Feed Them To Madame Jacob's Dog. Because, Although He May Be Only A Worthless, Simpleminded, Libertine Artist, Lucien Is My Favorite, And I Will Not Have Him Hurt. Do You Understand?

It's About Average For Us. Behavior Always Draws More Than Survey. We're The Sexy Ones,' Nate Said With A Grin. Amy Snorted. 'oh, Yeah, You Guys Are The Mae Wests Of The Nerd World.' We're Action Nerds,' Nate Said. 'adventure Nerds. Nerds Of Romance.

She's Evil. Evil, Evil, Evil. I Want To See Her Naked.