“Good kitty""Why do you encourage them?""They're good kitties.""They're your minions.""Everyone needs a minion or two""You won't be so pleased when you find me ground up in their food bowl one day.”

“So, if this does end up being my last letter, please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough.And I will believe the same about you.”

“They've got these things called lockers," I raved on. "The Halls are lined with them. And you won't believe what they're for! They're for locking stuff away-so other people won't steal it! Why can't everyone share?" ~ Cap”

“Oh please," Scout said."Don't take that tone with me. You know you'd love to have a minion. Someone at your beck and call. Someone to do your bidding. How many times have you said to yourself," Self, I need a unicorn to run errands and such?”

“Quite a crowd tonight, Gin. Usually, it's just you and Finn."I shrugged. "What can I say? I seem to attract minions wherever I go these days. Kind of like the Pied Piper."Behind me, Finn huffed out his displeasure. "Minion? I am most certainly not a mere minion. Head minion, perhaps. At the very least.”

“please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.”