They Call Me, The Sharkalator

So You Have You Price," I Said With A Mouthful Of Crumbs. "your Soul For A Cookie." Fang Made Sure Dr. Martinez Wasn't Looking And Then Shot Me The Bird.

You Could Have Gotten A Car With Gps," Total Said Helpfully. Yes," I Said "or We Could Have Brought Along A Dog That Doesn't Talk." I Gave Angel A Pointed Look, And She Smiled, Well, Angelically, At Me. Total Huffed, Offended At Me And Climbed Into Her Lap.

Every Other Person In The World Would Have Looked At It And Thought, Max Would Hate This. It Was Girly. It Was Beautiful. It Wasn't Made Of Titanium And Black Leather With Spikes On It. But It Seemed Exactly Right, In A Weird, Heart-fluttery Kind Of Way. And I Really Loved It.

What Are You Doing Here?” [ndr Prison] Selling Girl Scout Cookies,” I Said. “want Some? The Samoas Are Terrific.” (max Ii To Max)

Yeah,” Said Iggy. “but What Now? Let’s Do Something Fun.” I Guess Being On The Run From Bloodthirsty Erasers And Insane Scientists Wasn’t Enough Fun For Him. Kids Today Are So Spoiled.