Cole: It’s called fashion. Me: It’s called embarrassing. I wish it had crapped on your head. “Good one,” Jace muttered, as I elbowed him for standing practically on top of me. Cole: It was stuffed! Walker: Somehow that makes it worse. Me: … Cole: Hey! None of that rhombus of ridiculousness shit. Walker: Do you mean Circle of Trust? Because if so, that’s blasphemy. If not, what the hell is the rhombus of ridiculousness? Cole: Tomato, Tuh-mot-oh.
