“Jesus.” Blake rubbed his throat. “You have anger management problems. Its like a disease.”“There’s a cure and it’s called kicking your ass.”
“Those who have the disease called Jesus will never be cured.”
“Oh that looked painful," called another Puck, a little farther down. "We really need to talk about your anger-management problems.”
“When some smart ass asks you if you’re driving, you say, 'Nope, just kicking the tires.’ You have to make sure you actually kick them all on your way around to the passenger side. Otherwise it’s like lying.”
“Just because I’m on the lookout for an ass kicking doesn’t mean I’m actively seeking one out. It’s called covering all your bases.”
“We have a name," said Jace. "Magnes B-""Shut up." Alec hissed, thwacking Jace with his closed menu. Jace looked injured."Jesus," he rubbed his arm. "What's your problem?”