Hunger. It's Like An Animal Trapped Inside

Thomas Hated The People Who'd Taken This Poor, Innocent Kid Form His Family. He Hated Them With A Passion He Didn't Know A Human Could Feel. He Wanted Them Dead, Tortured, Even. He Wanted Chuck To Be Happy. But Happiness Had Been Ripped Form Their Lives. Love Had Been Ripped From Their Lives.

Anybody Else Wanna Pee Their Pants And Cry For Mommy?

She Paused. That's Just My Way Of Saying I Would've Killed You If You'd Died.

It's Kind Of Hard To Ask A Dead Guy What He Did Wrong.

Minho Was The First One To Speak Since The Food Had Come. “maybe We Should Just Give In To Those Shuckfaces. Do What They Want. One Day We’ll All Sit Around, Fat And Happy.” Thomas Knew He Didn’t Mean A Word Of It. “yeah, Maybe You Can Find A Nice Pretty Girl Who Works Here, Settle Down, Get Married And Have Kids. Just In Time For The World To End In A Sea Of Lunatics.” Minho Kept At It. “wicked’s Going To Figure Out This Blueprint Business And We’ll All Live Happily Ever After.