bury me alive

"Is the icky part over?"

❝I think so.❞

     ”No, just no.”

❝Dude, why not ?!❞

“storaGE WARS!” Star wars Malia. Its star wars.

❝Well that means you owe me 10 dollars; we can eat pizza and watch Star Wars after school.❞

                         ”Chto? I mean, what? Yes, I am. Sorry for that one.                          I tend to do that a lot. I wouldn’t want to scare you, to be                          perfectly honest. And I wasn’t, uh —- expecting people                          to be around. No offence, though. I keep forgetting that                          this city is pretty small.”

❝Yeah, if I've learned anything from this town it's that there's always someone lurking.❞

The Banshee reached into her purse and        pulled out the money for his food.

( He's annoyingly shoving a fried curled potato in her direction. )

"No, I think you should see a therapist."

❝Well i'm not going to !!❞

❝You should make us some.❞

( The fake ID he paid eighty dollars for was not much more than false information printed on flimsy printer paper, but he was hoping it would fool the pressing man. )

❝How about we study and take a  Star Wars break every 20 minutes.❞