God Help Anyone Who Messes With The

My Line Of Work Makes You Aware Of The Fragility Of Life. You Can Get Up In The Morning, Eat Your Cornflakes, Blow-dry Your Hair, Go To Work And End Up Dead.

I've Been Accused Of Being A Minimalist Writer. I Don't Like A Lot Of Verbiage In There.

Ben Yanked Hi Sideways As Spikes Snapped From The Wall…once Again, Only Ben’s Reflexes Had Saved Him. “please Stop Doing That!” Ben Barked. “please Keep Doing That!” Hi Warbled.

You'll Start Talking, And Pretty Soon We'll All Start Nodding, And Then The Next Thing You Know, I'm Hang Gliding Off The Eiffel Tower At Night, Being Chased By Ninja Vampires

God Help Anyone Who Messes With The Virals!