Angel: What's Sauerkraut? Max: You Don't Want

I'm Very Emotional. I Do Feel Stuff, For Better Or Worse.

I Moved To Leave, And Dylan Actually Grabbed My Shoulders. I Was So Surprised That I Forgot To Karate-chop His Elbows And Break His Arms.' “i Don’t Want Anything To Happen To You,” He Said Urgently. “what You Want Does Not Matter Here,” I Said Slowly And Carefully. I Hoped Dylan Was Sensitive Enough To Read Between The Lines, To The Subtext Of: Let Go Of Me Or I’ll Kill You.

This Is My Brain: O This Is My Brain After Making Out With Fang: * It's Very Sad.

Right Now, America Looks Like A Fatheaded, Shortsighted, Gas-guzzling Arrogant Blowhard To The Rest Of The World.

Fang Looked At Me, Hope In His Eyes, And I Smirked At Him. I Save The Huge Emotional Kissy-face For Imminent Death Scenes. This Probably Didn't Qualify.