I Hate Mornings. They Start So Early.

I Was Waiting For My Body Receipt When Morelli Walked In. He Nodded To Ranger And Grinned At Me In My Whiteness. “i Was At My Desk, And Mickey Told Me I Had To Come Out To Take A Look,” Morelli Said. “it’s Floor,” I Told Him. “i Can See That. If We Add Some Milk And Eggs, We Can Turn You Into A Cake.

The Elevator Doors Opened, And Ranger Stepped Out And Spied Tank Stretched Out On The Carpet. "fainted," I Said. Ranger Walked To Tank And Stood Hands On Hips, Staring Down At Him. "tank Doesn't Faint. I've Been In Firefights With Him. He's A Rock." "well, The Rock Fainted.

At The Other End Of The Room, Grandma Had The Lid Up On Larry Lipinski. She Was Standing One Foot On A Folding Chair, One Foot On The Edge Of The Casket, And She Was Taking Pictures With A Disposable Camera.

I Don't Need Shoes. I Need A Night Scope. You Think They Sell Night Scopes Someplace Here?

Yeah, I Like That Idea. Maybe He'll Shoot At Us Again. I Was Hoping Someone Would Shoot At Me Today. That Was The First Thing I Said When I Got Up: Boy, I Hope I Get Shot At Today.