“Buckle up.” “Oh, God.” Charlie put on the seat belt. “We’re going to die before we even get to her.” “Stop whining. You know how hard we are to kill.” “Hard to kill doesn’t mean we can’t lose body parts in tragic car accidents. And we can’t exactly save our little sister if we’re both in prison . . . and legless.” “What is your obsession with losing your legs?” “It could happen!”
