Minho Looked At Thomas, A Serious Expression

He Didn't Have A Single Clue What Was Going On With These Two Strangers, But Every Instinct Told Him Master George Equaled Good, Mistress Jane Equaled Bald- He Blinked-uh, Bad.

Too Bad We Don't Have A Flashlight." "thanks For Stating The Obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho Replied.

What's Going On?" Newt Asked, Looking Back And Forth Between Thomas And Aris. "why're You Guys Looking At Each Other Like You Just Fell In Love?

The Creators,” Minho Said; Then He Spat On The Floor. “i’m Gonna Break Your Faces!

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.