“On a scale from one to ten,” Captain Krasnitsky muttered, “I give this trip a negative four hundred.”
“He was dazzlingly gorgeous. Forget gorgeous. He was beautiful. Utterly, totally, mind-blowingly stunning. On a scale from one to ten, he was a hundred.”
“On a scale from one to ten, the Pack was eleven and everything else a one.”
“On a scale of one to ten, I'd say you rate a one. If the Porta-Potties are ten.”
“On a scale of one to ten, what was he?""How would, 'I want him to fuck me to death, and he just might', rate on that scale?”
“I start to crack at four hundred to one.”