“I tried to step back quickly but James grabbed my hand. "C'mon," he said "this'll be fun." Geez... What's your definition of fun? Cuz mines not to possibly get killed my first day here. Or maybe that's just a personal goal, but still...”
“My goal in life is to get as old as I possibly can, to have as much fun as I possibly can, and then die.”
“He clapped his hands together, letting out a rather high-pitched squeal before grabbing my hand. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun! Aren’t we? Fun, Alex—we will have fun.”
“This is terrific! What fun! Maybe tomorrow I can go to the prom with my brother. The day after, perhaps I can wear white pants and unexpectedly get my period.”
“This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.”
“C'mon, lets get out of here. It's too dark. Besides, its more fun if I can see you while you're bitching me out.”