“Your a freak with wings!..... We are freaking ballet dancers!”

“you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!”

“You are a fridge with wings. We're freaking ballet dancers.”

“You're a fridge with wings. We're freaking ballet dancers! -Fang”

“Yeah. We all know how bloodthristy females are. Dirty fighting and so on.”

“You...are...a...fridge...with wings,' Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. 'We're...freaking...ballet...dancers.”

“Well, aren't you the charmer?" Fang muttered, not looking at me.”