“She introduced herself to my parents with one of her mighty, bunny-crushing handshakes. (I'd never seen Claudia crush a bunny, to be fair, but that's the approximate level of pressure.)”
“So you don't really believe in love?" I whispered. How could this be? I was crushed. It was like finding out the truth about Santa Claus and the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny in one sitting.”
“What do you eat?" "Baby bunnies." She narrowed her eyes, so I grinned and said, "Adult bunnies, too. I'm an equal-opportunity bunny-eater.”
“She crushed it, telling herself she was going to add Big in front of her Idiot tattoo.”
“I think zombies are kind of cute.”“Seriously?”“I may be thinking about bunnies. Which one has the fluffy little tail, zombies or bunnies?”“Bunnies.”“Then it’s bunnies I’m thinking of.”
“The platform underneath the balloon fell on her as she was trying to escape," she explained. "She was crushed.""I'd have been disappointed too.”