You Love Me This Much.

It Gets So Tiring, This Strong-picking-on-the-weak Stuff. It Was The Story Of My Life -literally- And It Seemed To Be A Big Part Of The Outside World Too. I Was Sick Of It, Sick Of Guys Like These, Stupid And Bullying.

I Choose You, Max. -fang

A Good Love Story Always Keeps The Pot Boiling.

When Did They Start Coming After You?” “was It—was It After The Oil- Slick Hummer Crash?” The Gasman Asked Iggy Tentatively. My Eyes Widened. Oil-slick Hummer Crash? Iggy Rubbed His Chin, Thinking. “or Maybe It Was More---after The Bomb,” The Gasman Said In A Low Voice, Looking Down. “i Think It Was The Bomb,” Iggy Agreed. “that Definitely Seemed To Tick Them Off.” “bomb?” I Asked Incredulously.

Fair Isn't Fair, Dean. Like I'm Supposed To Help You Because Fair Is Fair? Try I Need You To Help Me So I Wont Rip Out Your Spine And Beat You With It. I Might Respond To That, Maybe.