That Loor's A Handful, She Is." -

Next Time You Wish To Feed Me Poison, Warn Me First," Loor Demanded. (the Merchant Of Death)

The Two Circled Around The Back Of The House, Making Sure That Nobody Saw Them. Once Inside, They Found Patrick Right Where They Had Left Him, Sitting In Front Of Mark's Computer. The Only Difference Was That He Was Surrounded By Bags Of Doritos And Cans Of Mountain Dew. He Looked Up At Them With Wild Eyes. You Okay?" Courtney Asked. I'm Fantastic!" Patrick Exclaimed. "this Sugary Drink Is Incredible!" Swell," Courtney Remarked Sarcastically. "he's Wired On Dew.

What Exactly Is A French Before It's Fried?

There Are No Simple Answers In Life. There Is A Good And Bad In Everyone And Everything. No Decision Is Made Without Consequence. No Road Is Taken That Doesn't Lead To Another. What's Important Is That Those Roads Always Be Kept Open, For There's No Telling What Wonder They Might Lead To.

There Will Be No More Protests. No More Dissension. No More Violence. There Will Be Only One Voice. The Voice Of Ravinia. The Voice Of Halla. Your Voice." "there Goes Freedom Of Speech," I Said.