I Don't Give A Crap If You're

Thomas Jabbed A Thumb Over His Shoulder And Raised His Eyebrows. "you Met Our New Friend?" Miho Responded, A Smirk Flashing Across His Face. "real Piece Of Work, This Guy. I Gotta Get Me One Of Those Shuck Suits. Fancy Stuff." "am I Awake?" Thomas Asked. "you're Awake. Now Eat—you Look Horrible. Almost As Bad As Rat Man Over There, Reading His Book.

There Are So Many Things Hinted At That Will Be Fun To Reveal In Depth. For Years, Fans Have Made It Abundantly And Enthusiastically Clear That They Want The Same Thing, So Now Seems Like The Perfect Time To Give Readers The Story Of How The Maze Began.

Ah, My Knight In Shining Armor. What, You Don't Think I Can Fend For Myself?

I Was Just Kidding, Shuck-face," Minho Said. "let's All Go Over There. She Could Have An Army Of Psycho Girl Ninjas Hiding In That Shack Of Hers." "psycho Girl Ninjas?" Newt Repeated, His Voice Showing He Was Surprised, If Not Annoyed, By Minho's Additude.

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.