“Maybe it's information the whitecoats never wanted anyone to figure out.' Fang said in the hollow Twilight Zone-y voice he used sometimes when things got unusually weird- as opposed to regular weird.”

“Not saving you from this storm, mutant,” he said. “Saving you for your later fate, we are.”His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine.“Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered.”

“When I wanted information, it was silent; when I didn't want to hear from it, it got chatty. It was alost as irritating as Fang.”

“Maybe he was a good a good whitecoat—like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese.”

“We will destroy you,” the Flyboys droned. “You have no escape.” That was the most imaginative, threatening thing the whitecoats had programmed these ’droids to say? “Talk about lame,” Fang muttered.”

“We went back to the weird Institute building. At night there was a lot more activity. Erasers coming in non-stop. Nice cars, nice clothes, nice smug faces (that I wanted to smash!).-Fang's Blog”

“It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other.”