Still, I Hate Them. But, Of Course,

She's Prim's Size In Diameter.

Oh, Well. At Least My Blood Is Flowing.

He Felt Around Desperately For A Weapon. What Did He Have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, Why Hadn't They Given Him A Sword? He Was The Stupid Warrior, Wasn't He? His Fingers Dug In The Leather Bag And Closed Around The Root Beer Can. Root Beer! He Yanked Out The Can Shaking It With All His Might. "attack! Attack!" He Yelled.

When I Was Young I Was Trained In Stage Fighting And Rapier And Dagger, For Several Years.

But Some Secrets Are Too Delicious Not To Share.