Turns Out, That's How It

I'd Kiss You, But You Smell Like A Gym Bag.

I Really Wouldn't Classify The Books As Mysteries. I Prefer To Say That They're Adventures.

I Had An Alarm, I Had Nerve Gas, I Had A Yogurt. What More Could Anyone Want?

My Professional Aspirations Were Simple - I Wanted To Be An Intergalactic Princess.

I Rushed Us Out Of Your Parents' House Because I Didn't Think I Could Manage Two Hours At The Dinner Table With Everyone Focused On Joe Loosey's Joystick Sitting In The Refrigerator Next To The Applesauce.