Yes!” Said Fang, Punching The Air. “freaks

A Boy And A Girl, Fated To Rule All. Two Will Rise, And One Will Fall.

Fang Looked At Me, Hope In His Eyes, And I Smirked At Him. I Save The Huge Emotional Kissy-face For Imminent Death Scenes. This Probably Didn't Qualify.

Yes. I Owed My Life, Angel's Life, And My Mother's Life To A Mutant's Ability To Create Industrial-strength Snot.

Is Dere Anysing Special About You? Anysing Vorth Saving?" Besides My Fashion Sense? I Play A Mean Harmonica.

Jeb Climbed The Ladder Fang Had Just Lowered And I Indulged In A Moments Fantasy About Someone Slamming The Trapdoor On His Head.”-max