“Tomorrow," Minho added. "Somehow, some way.”

“The Creators,” Minho said; then he spat on the floor. “I’m gonna break your faces!”

“I was just kidding, shuck-face," Minho said. "Let's all go over there. She could have an army of psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers.""Psycho girl ninjas?" Newt repeated, his voice showing he was surprised, if not annoyed, by Minho's additude.”

“Too bad we don't have a flashlight.""Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied.”

“Bluh-huh-huh" Minho groaned, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd just stepped in a pile of klunk.”

“Yeah, right," Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once."Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a fake smile. "There, you happy?""Dude," he responded. "You are one ugly shank.”

“Awww," Minho said. "That's almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.”