Fang, Fang. I Love You. I Looooove

It’s Wherever You Are. If It’s Tapped Into Any Of Your Senses, It Knows Where You Are And What You’re Doing.” Oh No, I Thought, My Spirits Sinking. I Hadn’t Considered That. Did That Mean Nothing I Did Was Ever Anymore? “even In The Bathroom?” The Gasman’s Eyes Widened With Surprise.

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.

But If I Could Do Anything? Maybe You Would Want To Be Able To Save The World, The Voice Said. Did You Ever Think Of That? No. I Frowned. Leave That To The Grown-ups. But Grown-ups Are The Ones Destroying The World, The Voice Said. Think About It.

Gazzy, Man, Jeezum!" Fang Exclaimed. "what The Heck Have You Been Eating For God's Sake?" That Was A Smoke Bomb!" Gazzy Defended Himself. "not Even I Could Fill This Whole Flippin' House!

You Looove Me. You Love Me This Much.