Fine. sit around being inconsiderate asses…and you wonder why none of you are married. (zarina) (sway cleared his throat meaningfully.) oh, shush. you don’t count. you had an arranged marriage. these losers can’t get a girl for more than three and half minutes it takes them to embarrass themselves with their feeble gropings that always disappoint. (zarina)
Man, first i’m shot, now i’m going to be a friggin’ zombie. at this rate, i’ll never live to have my first date or a driver’s license. ah, gah! i’ve come too far to die a predestrian virgin. bubba, you can’t let me die…i only have seventeen more months and three days to my sixteenth birthday! (nick)
They wouldnt even lift a finger to save their own grandmothers from the ravenous bugblatter beast of traal without orders signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost, found, subjected to public inquiry, lost again, and finally buried in soft peat for three months and recycled as firelighters.