“Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!"Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives.”

“I found this, though," Gazzy said excitedly, holding up a small green box. "Gas-X! Like, 'X' for explosion! This is great! I'm thinking I rig this with a detonator and-""Did you find that in the medicine cabinet?" Dylan asked."Yeah.""It's for upset stomachs," Dylan said, trying to hide a smile. He pointed to the words on the box. "It's to reduce gas in you digestive system, not to create more gas to make explosions."Gazzy's face fell as Iggy said, "Really? Gazzy, take it! Take the whole box!”

“It's for upset stomachs,' Dylan said, trying to hide a smile. He pointed to the words in the box. 'It's to reduce gas in your digestive system, not to create more gas to make explosions.'Gazzy's face fell as Iggy said. 'Really? Gazzy take it! Take the whole box!''I second that emotion!' said Total.”

“Do we have any chlorine? It seems to be kind of explosive when mixed with other stuff.""Like what, your socks? No, we don't have chlorine. No swimming pool.”

“Yeah, and so Max and Dylan are supposed to, like, go to Germany and have kids together," I heard Gazzy say. My eyes popped open and I bolted upright."What?" Fang said, his voice icy."Gazzy!" I yelled.Wide blue eyes looked at me in surprise, then back at Fang's stoic face. "Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything?" Gazzy asked.”

“Gazzy: "Just Ten?"Angel: "No."Gazzy: "Five?"Angel: "No.”

“Angel raised her hand. "Excuse me. What does LTC stand for?" She blinked innocently."Loving Tender Care?"Gazzy suggested.If our instructor had had lasers for eyes, he would have sliced Gazzy in half."Lieutenant colonel," he sputtered.”