“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.”

“Sometimes he seems like a droid--or a drone. Fang of Nine. Fang2-D2.”

“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.”

“I'm way hot," he muttered. "But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot."Fang”

“Fang. I had to do some thinking about him.Me. I had some thinking to do about me too.”

“You know, I guess I just don't like to talk a lot about sad things. Now you know my flaw. What good does it do to talk about sad things in the past?”

“Awwww, lame, we're not going to disneyworld. (said by the amazing talking dog, Total)”