I Don't Like Lollipops.

I Waved My Hand In Front Of My Face, Obi-wan Style. "i Am Not Here." Niall's Mucas Glands Kicked Into Overdrive. "eoin's Dead! And His Ghost Is Standing Right There On The Grass!" Donal Let Out A Long Suffering Sigh. "eoin Is Being A Writer." Niall Calmed Down, Becuase Everyone Knows Writers Are Weird And Are Always Doing Stupid Thingss.

I'm Lep. A Captain. No Rent-a-cop Gnome Is Going To Stand In The Way Of My Orders.

A Genius. A Criminal Mastermind. A Millionaire. And He Is Only Twelve Years Old.

Connor Broekhart Was Born To Fly, Or More Accurately He Was Born Flying.

Careful, Mr. Spiro, Guns Are Dangerous. Especially The End With The Hole.