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His head’s big enough as it is. In Orion-world, every time he gets called an asshole an angel gets their wings.” “That’s a lot of angels.”
I have a theory that Raptor’s voice modulator works to make him sound more human.
She went back to crying on my shoulder. I put my arms around her in a gentle hug. That’s what you’re supposed to do in this situation, right? I was relying on a decade and a half of mass media. Experience was giving me nothing.
I was panting hard. When filtered through the vocal modulator, my breathing did sound like Darth Vader. If Darth Vader was having a cardiac event.
I looked at Butterfly, then the road. She was driving like a maniac. Or a master.
“What?” I hadn’t wasted time. They were heavy. Rescuing them had taken effort.
I’m a moron. If Moron was a state, I’d be their capitol building.
Parkour is challenging while carrying two tons of misogynist. Really challenging. I managed to get him a few buildings over before I gave up and broke the door of the roof access. I took his pants, just to be a jerk. And because he deserved it.
“No!” I shook her a little because, you know, shaking people is supposed to help. Hollywood, you have damaged my first aid so much.
He closed his mouth, then opened it again. “This doesn’t mean I owe you one. But it almost makes up for letting us get caught. Almost.” “Should we hug? I feel a hug coming on.” I opened my arms. He did not feel a hug.
I checked on the guards. They were still out. I give good boot to the face, too.
I rolled and rolled. A desk died an untimely death, the debris flying
If mountains smoked a pack a day, they’d sound like Shale.
