“Yes!” said Fang, punching the air. “Freaks rule.”

“You...are...a...fridge...with wings,' Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. 'We're...freaking...ballet...dancers.”

“Fang laughed as he shoved Vane away 'Man, quit hugging on me. You are a perv." Vane punched him in the arm. "You're such an a**hole,"Trace gasped. "Daddy said a bad word!"Fang said "You tell him pup. Keep your daddy straight.”

“You're a fridge with wings. We're freaking ballet dancers! -Fang”

“Just the other day I said to Fang, "Don't you think we've got a storybook romance?" and he said, "Yes, and every page is ripped.”

“Sucking in air, Heather said, “Fluffy—Mrs. Allen’s ferocious dog—chased me all the way down Pine Street trying to tear me to shreds with his razor fangs. I barely got away.”Scarlet scrunched her face. “Isn’t Fluffy a Chihuahua?”Still panting, Heather said, “Yes. A demon-possessed, human-eating Chihuahua.”