“Is dere anysing special about you? Anysing vorth saving?"Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.”

“You don't speak much, do you?" ter Borcht said, circling him slowly.Fittingly, Fang said nothing.Vhy do you let a girl be de leader?" ter Borcht asked, a calculating look in his eye.She's the tough one," Fang said.Dang right, I thought proudly.Is dere anysing special about you?" asked ter Borcht. "Anysing vorth saving?"Fang pretended to think, gazing up at the ceiling. "Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.”

“Besides my great fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.”

“i play a mean harmonica”

“Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. "Does anysing on you vork properly?"Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. "Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony."Ter Borcht tsked. "You are a liability to your group. I assume you alvays hold onto someone's shirt, yes? Following dem closely?""Only when I'm trying to steal their dessert," Iggy said truthfully.”

“I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.”