“Truax had another marshmallow poised to go into his open mouth, but he froze after hearing Dale’s outburst. “I don’t think I like your attitude, Dale. Everyone is addicted to something. Drugs, power, sex. Might as well be to something wholesome, like these little sweet white puffs, made from 100% all natural unicorn poop.” “That’s not where marshmallows come from.” Truax grabbed Dale by the shirt and pulled him against the cell bars. “Yes it is, damn you!” “Okay, okay! Marshmallows are unicorn poop!”

“Truax held up a business card. Randolph “The Hammer” Tinker Attorney at Law “I nail justice in the face.”

“Randy held out the koosh. “What is it?” “I have no idea,” Donna said. “Your asshole scrubber?”

“I guess love's kind of like a marshmallow in a microwave on high. After it explodes it's still a marshmallow. but, you know, now it's a complicated marshmallow.”

“I was reading that lightning is a negative charge that comes from the friction that clouds carry. And since opposites attract, I would like to think that he was so positive the moment that he died, so happy, he pulled that bolt right out of the sky. I don’t know if that’s possible, but that’s what I believe.”

“Okay, listen. From what Shade said, Roag got toasted like a burnt marshmallow. He would have been nearly destroyed, right down to his junk." Wraith grinned. “Which is really fucking funny.”

“Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something.”