Men, Charlene Said. Leave That To You!

Men, Charlene Said. Leave That To You! Willa Quipped.

Lightning Crashed On The Horizon. A Breeze Swirled Around The Cast Members. The Air Tasted Dusty, Almost Bitter, With Electrical Charge.

The Boys Had Asked Why, If It Acted Slowly, Was It Called Quicksand. The Mollusks Had Replied That, As Far As They Were Concerned, Most English Names For Things Were Silly. The Word That They Used For Quicksand Was A Deep Grunt That Translated Roughly To "uh-oh.

What Do You Care More About? The Kids Or Your Hair?

Smee, You Are A Supreme Idjit." "aye, Cap'n.