The girl leaned forward and kissed Thomas on the cheek. “You’re sweet. I really hope we don’t end up killing you, at least.

Shuck it,” Minho responded. “I’m tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin’ butt with twice this pain.”
Thomas shrugged. “I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

Too bad we don't have a flashlight."
"Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied.

He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl.
'How do I look?'
'Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.'
'Thanks.

Can you do that?” Thomas asked.
“Huh?”
“Kill someone three times.”
“I’d figure out a way.

Rose took my nose, I suppose