“To most people, if you’re muttering, you might as well be speaking a foreign language. I should know, because in college I took two years of muttering.”
“Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.”“Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows.There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter.“Shut up, idiot.”
“I don't know if I should kiss you or hit you," she muttered.”
“Sorry,” I muttered. “Just because you’re an asshole doesn’t mean I have to be a bitch.”
“I haven’t prepared my speech yet,” I sighed and Tove stood up. “What should I say about him?” “Well, if you plan to say anything nice, you’re going to have to lie,” Tove muttered as he walked over to his closet.”
“You're speaking English but I still don't get it,” Tinker muttered.”