“You're lying through your fangs," Iggy accused.Fang tried to play innocent--but "innocent Fang" is an oxymoron, so it didn't work.”

“We're famous" iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him."So's Swine Flu" Fang whispered back.”

“So Fnick, can I change channel?" Iggy asked. "There's a game on." "Make yourself at home, Figgy." Fang said.”

“Hey, Fnick can I change the channel, the game's on." -Iggy"Make yourself at home, FIGGY" -Fang”

“Have you guys been playing in toxic waste again?" Fang asked severely, putting his hands on his hips. Nudge giggled. "No." "Been bitten by a radioactive spider?" Fang went on. "Struck by lightning? Drink a super-soldier serum?" "No, no, no," said Iggy. He started reaching for things around the table, and his hand landed on Total. "You're black." "I prefer canine-American." said Total. "When's that pie coming? I'm starving.”

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

“Fang snorted in disbelief. "On one hand, we have a mythical nice family that wants to adopt me. On the other, we have a gang of insane scientists desperate to do genetic experiments on innocent children. Guess which hand I get dealt?”