Imagiation Station

I don't particularly like confrontation. Unfortunately, confrontation seems to like me quite a lot.

“I could make it not matter.”

“That sucked." "My thoughts exactly."

I blinked and tried to focus on what they had just said. Apparently they hadn't pulled me aside to ask me to be their one true love.

“I am determined to have the headache Thursday, even if I have to hit myself with a rock to do it.”

He might have lost his mind, but never his fashion sense.

"Shut your cake hole, you revolting slimy nitwit."

“If you don’t let go of me right now, I’ll make it Oscar worthy.”

"You’re not answering my question. It’s getting on my nerves.”

"They will never know what they have been spared from, A. But we will."

“Really?”

“Move over, man. I don't like you that much."

“Stay put. I don’t want you setting off any explosives that’ll get us both killed.”

“This fight is my retribution.”

“That’s our not-so-friendly neighborhood psychopath.”

“I am going." "Not without me." "Fine." "But I'm not going, so neither are you.”

“I need to stop getting into situations where all my options are inevitably terrible.”