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

Anybody else wanna pee their pants and cry for mommy?

I think we should take a break, fill our little tummies and drink up.

...You'd think the little part about them supposedly killing us would be the attention getter.

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.

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.