“Twin, sagging is seriously lame. It's so cliched gang-wannabe circa 1990s. Hotties should just say no to it.”

“Dude, you are not equating being on that lame-ass Star Search wannabe show with hosting American Bandstand, are you?”

“Anyway, back to the kids.""Well, one is a girl who looks about your age, and there's a boy." She grinned as she stood. "He's a hottie."A tiny piece of egg caught in my throat. It was seriously gross to hear Mom talking about boys my age. "Hottie? Mom that's just weird.”

“I have no clue what my motive is for following him, maybe I'm just bored. Maybe it's just so easy to cyber-stalk hotties on Facebook that I've moved on to doing it in real life.”

“Twin, I think you should not have dreamt that, for I didn't, and Peter may say we oughtn't to dream differently, being twins, you know.”

“Garra's got a way with the ladies," the Plazma wannabe announces with a wink. "So do I - it's a bass player thing.”