“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.”

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

“Here's what I was thinking about:1.Who the new threat was 2.The air show in Mexico City 3.How to get Total to quit milking his injury, because enough was enough 4. My mom and Half sister Ella 5.Fang 6.Fang 7.Fang”

“And Flock Rule Number Two is, Don't argue with Max or you'll live to regret it." I spun and stomped out to the clearing, turning back for one last jab at Dylan. "And by the way, you clearly DON'T know me better than Fang does. Do you see Fang arguing with me? No, you do not."Fang rolled his eyes.”

“Holy [Insert your choice of a swear word here]," said Fang stunned.”

“Later," Fang said to Ella and Dr. Martinez in that gushy, hyperemotional, overdramatic way he has.”