"i Feel Like, Like Pudding," Iggy Groaned.

I Don't Damsel Well. Distress, I Can Do. Damseling? Not So Much.

I Want To Know About My Mom. And Other Stuff. I Want To Know The Whole Story, Good Or Bad.” “me, Too,” Said Gazzy. “i Want To Find My Parents So I Can Tell’m What Total Scuzzes They Are. Like, ‘hi, Mom And Dad, You’re Such Scum!

Why Can't You Just Get Out Of Here And Leave Me Alone?"i Bellowed. "i Can't!" Dylan Shouted Back,his Face Twisted With An Anger I'd Never Seen From Him. "you Can,"i Said Through Gritted Teeth."just Point Your Wings That Way And Flap!

I'm Not Stubborn; I'm Right!

Iggy. This Is Not A Democracy," I Said,(...)"it's A Maxocracy.