Sorry for the lack of update on Christmas, guys, but it was, you know, Christmas. I got bunches of cool stuff, I spent quality time with my family, blah blah blah. You all could probably care less, so I'm going to get on with writing the chapter.
Max:
Kick-ass is my middle name. Duh.
Fang:
I told you. I'm. Not. Emo.
Angel:
Keep calm. Embrace your inner demon.
Fang-Girl Nation:
Oh my God. Fang is supermegafoxyawesomehot.
Iggy:
I'm blind. :(… Bomb? I'm over it.
Gazzy:
Multi-talented kid. He can belch, too.
Nudge:
Public? But my hair's a mess!
Fax:
Fang's hopelessly devoted to you, Max.
Ratchet:
Wait… your name isn't Racket? Whoa.
Holden:
Lost a limb? No big deal.
Star:
She even smells like a traitor.
Kate:
Who threw that car across town?
Maya:
She ain't no Max, folks. Sorry.
Jeb:
Are you questioning my sanity? *GASP*
Mr. Chu:
No. I'd never hurt the earth
Anne:
Her cooking skills: Less than zero.
Dr. Martinez:
I'm Max's mother. Isn't that great?
Marian Jensen:
You ain't, bitch! I'm Max's mom.
Akila:
You got dog-biscuits? Don't tell Total…
Total:
I'm protesting starting now. Goodbye, barbarians!
Magnolia:
Well, I will forever be forgotten.
Omega:
Ack, No! Don't move that fast!
Celeste:
I'm Angel Bear. Also, Angel's bear.
Lissa:
Ever consider I'm not a bitch?
Brigid:
Ever consider- Nah. We already know.
Sam:
Such the gentleman. Til he Eras-ifies.
Ari:
I'm seven. Does no one understand?
Dr. Gunther-Hagen:
You brought Dylan? Get him, girls!
Gozen:
You'll never get away- Oh, wait.