We Did Just Leave An Insane Asylum,”

Whitney Smacked Coop's Snout While Simultaneously Pressing Herself Deeper Into The Couch. Coop Fixed Her With An Unblinking Ice-blue Stare, Gray-brown Fur Bristling Along His Spine. "tory!" Whitney Squealed. "he's Going To Attack!" "maybe." I Walked Into The Kitchen And Snagged A Diet Coke From The Fridge. "try To Protect Your Throat.

I've Been Accused Of Being A Minimalist Writer. I Don't Like A Lot Of Verbiage In There.

Death In Anonymity Is The Ultimate Insult To Human Dignity.

I Work With The Dead, But I Am Working For The Living.

Let's Do It. Monkeys Are Always Funny. You Pretty Much Can't Go Wrong With A Monkey, Right? Hi Paused. Well Unless That Monkey Wants You Dead, Or Does Needle Drugs Or Something. Then It's Wrong, And A Bad Monkey.