“I stared up at the Erlking, and with my typical pithy brilliance said, "Uh-oh.”

“I’d always imagined that I’d come up with something clever and pithy when it came to my last words, but as I stood there staring at those horrifying green eyes, I settled for a little startled profanity. How embarrassing.”

“Fuck you, I said."Uh-oh. There's that angry word.”

“Coffee or orange juice?”“Water is fine.”His eyebrows went up.“Uh-oh,” Auriele said, but she was smiling.Darryl was not. “Are you implying that my coffee is not the best in four counties? Or my fresh-squeezed orange juice is less than perfect?”

“Orange: Uh OhMario: Uh oh what?Orange.... Uh-Oh spaghettio's *LAUGH*Mario: Not Funny”

“Wait a minute— who is Mrs. Alexander Banks eight thousand and twenty-one?"Uh-oh. He'd spotted the small icon at the top with my log-in name. I felt my face heat up. "It's just, uh, a name. Everyone has to log in under a made-up name."He turned to me, narrowing his eyes. "Is this your made-up name?”