If I'm Writing And A Chapter Isn't

Advanced Life-forms, My Seweet Patootie. Jerks. Both Of Them.

Actually, I'd Already Briefed Him, Early This Morning. Since We Were Up At Six. Since, At Six, The Nurse Had Been Overcome With The Overwhelming Compulsion To Take Fang's Temperature Right Then.

My Mom Had A Soft Heart After All! Instead Of Being Chained By Both Wrists, We Were Only Chained By One Ankle! I Mean, If I’d Been Looking For Proof That She Really Did Love Me, This Was It, Right?

Some Kids Get Called "bundles Of Joy" Or "slices Of Heaven" Or "dreams Come True." We Got "the Fifty-fourth Generation Of Dna Experiments." Doesn't Have The Same Warm And Fuzzy Feel. But Maybe I'm Oversensitive.

That Was The Funniest Thing I'd Heard In Days. You're Kidding, Right? Please Tell Me You Have A Stronger Motive For Me Than 'fair Is Fair.' Life Isn't Fair, Dean....nothing Is Fair, Ever. That's The Stupidest Thing I've Ever Heard. I Need To Help You Because Fair Is Fair? Try, 'i Need You To Help Me So I Won't Rip Out Your Spine And Beat You With It.' I Might Respond To That. Maybe.