“Hart and Hope,” I muttered. “If you’re going to name your kids like that, of course they’re going to think they live in a comic book.”

“You kids today don’t understand. You go into the stalls, and you sit on the toilets, and you read your comic books. But you never think about the brave cleaning supplies that gave their lives so you could have a safe place to do your business.”

“You’re not supposed to go anywhere. Jenny said you’re grounded for getting superended.” I snort. “Damn, Hope,” Guy sings. “You got superended? I think we need to drop the p in your name ‘cause you is a hoe.”

“Slow down, my lady. You’re going to injure yourself!”“Not myself,” she muttered. “Your laird,more likely.”

“I feel sorry for the kids who are about to go trick or treating tomorrow night. They’re going to freeze.”“Fuck the kids… I’m dressing as an angel – a slutty angel.”“Of course.”“And that means I’m basically wearing lingerie. My nipples will probably freeze and fall off.”

“You’re always a kid around your parents… Unless they’re acting like children. Then you don’t get the chance.”