You Are The Shuckiest Shuck Faced Shuck

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose

I'm A Crank. I'm Slowly Going Crazy. I Keep Wanting To Chew Off My Own Fingers And Randomly Kill People.

Thomas Had A Depressing - And Scary - Thought. 'am I . . . Replacing Someone? Did Somebody Get Killed?' Minho Shook His Head. 'no, We're Just Training You - Someone'll Want A Break. Don't Worry, It's Been A While Since A Runner Was Killed.' For Some Reason That Last Statement Worried Thomas, Though He Hoped It Didn't Show On His Face.

Thomas Hated The People Who'd Taken This Poor, Innocent Kid Form His Family. He Hated Them With A Passion He Didn't Know A Human Could Feel. He Wanted Them Dead, Tortured, Even. He Wanted Chuck To Be Happy. But Happiness Had Been Ripped Form Their Lives. Love Had Been Ripped From Their Lives.

He Whipped Out His Sheet, Then Pulled It Over Himself And Wrapped It Tightly Around His Face Like An Old Woman In A Shawl. 'how Do I Look?' 'like The Ugliest Shanky Girl I’ve Ever Seen,' Minho Responded. 'you Better Thank The Gods Above You Were Born A Dude.' 'thanks.