"Is she being ironic or just a bitch when she texts "hope you survive the Joust. ha ha ha. ROTF xoxo?" I'm supposed to think she's rolling around on the floor laughing and making kissing noises? Fuckin princesses, man... 'better be worth jousting for, I'll tell you that much."
"You've been my whole life for two years! I can't go back to the way things were. I was at a low-point when I met you, Mickey, you turned everything around. We made plans, I gave up things for you!" [breaking down...] "I want to speak to Minnie!!!" [sobbing] "...No, Mickey... no, Mickey... "
They were the kind of LA circle of friends that rarely got together, so Huntley's 30th was a good excuse. But by the time they cut the cake, it was obvious they'd run out of conversation. There was only so much Industry chit-chat you could make.
It was just a little game they played to get through the long press junkets, these two: Who could fart worse, silent but deadly, and never break their smile for the cameras. Boy, they had them some laughs...
Later though, in orbit, the malfunctioning air filters taught them the real meaning of Silent but Deadly.
Tammy had been too young to remember Earth. She'd been too young to remember her human parents before she was Taken. So let's face it, thirty years later, CluckTon and B'Cawk were the only parents she'd ever known. And...
And she loved them, it's true. Tammy, it'sokay to say it.
"You're a stranger to our village, sir, but here we still believe in honor. And tradition. Any Man-Lore Pride Battle goes on as long as it has to. And the first-born son is always the weapon of choice."
"Technically, fine, yes, it's impressive. I just... Nigel, look, I'll be frank, I just don't see it as our mascot for the 2012 Games." "But see I think it really embodies that classic can-do Iron Baby flame-throwing spirit of London."
"N'yeah, my Dad? Um... maybe you've heard of him? Um, Daedalus? N'yeah, he's prolly like way smarter than your dad? N'yeah, I'm pretty sure he is? Cuz like. N'yeah. N' he said? I was like super-gifted? So... n'yeah, so... so suck it."
It was the friendships she'd remember most about Camp Winnetonka. The laughter around the campfire, her first kiss, semi-automatic rifle training. The saddest part was always how few of those friends survived.
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