Not Just Chubby Fat, I'm Talkin' Gordo

Spader And I Were Nearly Killed. Three Times. We Were Also Robbed And Witnessed A Gruesome Murder. Happy Birthday To Me!

You'd Better Put Sunblock On That Skeleton Head Of Yours. You're Gonna Fry." -bobby

I Met Pendragon When I Made The Journey To The Far Desert. He Is From The Tribe Known As...as..." Loor Was Scrambling. Bokka Didn't Know About The Travelers. I Had To Bail Her Out. Yankees," I Said. "the Yankees Tribe." Hey, What Can I Say? It Was The First Thing That Came To Mind. "it's A Strong Tribe," I Added. "respected By All...except For Our Mortal Enemies, The Sox Tribe. They Hate Us. Especially The Red Ones. Cannibals. Nasty Characters.

Do You Know How Hard It Is To Gather Seventy Thousand People? Especially People Who Are Confused And Scared That They Might Be Eaten By Hungry Dinosaurs?

There Were Eleven Of Us. Each More Different Than The Next. All With The Same Mindset. Things Weren't The Way They Were Meant To Be. It Was Our Job To Make Things Right. We Were The Soldiers Of Halla. It Was Time For Us To Take It Back.