“I'm not sure I would label it a 'survivor,'" said Iko, her sensor darkening with disgust. "It looks more like a rotting pumpkin.”
“It looks more like a rotting pumpkin.”
“Cinder," Iko said after a few silent minutes of explorations. "I'm enormous.”
“I'm a survivor, " I said. But I didn't think that claim would carry much weight in an obituary.”
“There were glowing pumpkins and ghost lights in the yard and cheerful looking spiders and vampire posters everywhere. “This is just disgusting,” Abel said in disgust, landing on a happy mummy poster staked in the yard. “Must everything be commercialized these days? I’m surprised the vampires don’t sparkle.”
“Look, she said stooping over her breasts, the haloes are darkening already. I summoned up my remaining strength and said, Abort, abort and they'll blush like new.”