I Ought To Come Up There And

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.

He Turned To Look Just In Time To See The Rain Start Falling Out As If The Storm Had Finally Decided To Weep With Shame For What It Had Done To Them.

Get Your Runtcheeks Down Those Stairs, Right Now

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.

Let's Get This Started, People. It Won't Be Long Before We All Lose Our Minds.