High School Popularity Is So Fickle.

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.

Today He Wore A Burnt-orange Shirt, Black Pants, And A Tie That Looked Like A Street Fight At The South End Of The Color Wheel.

Death In Anonymity Is The Ultimate Insult To Human Dignity.

Who's Going To Rob Us? A Crackhead Crab? A Jellyfish Junkie?

You'll Start Talking, And Pretty Soon We'll All Start Nodding, And Then The Next Thing You Know, I'm Hang Gliding Off The Eiffel Tower At Night, Being Chased By Ninja Vampires