Maximum Security Quotes

“Me and Curtis here just busted out of Arizona Max.”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“Kyle spotted a golden opportunity for one of his trademark wind-ups. “I think you’re right, actually,” he said, stepping forward and putting his hand on James’s bum. “I think you’re hot stuff.” James leapt half a meter in the air and screamed. “Cut that gay shit out, Kyle.” After a great deal of persuasion from Kerry and a few others, James had eventually decided that there was nothing wrong with his friend Kyle being gay. Sometimes it still gave him the creeps though. He spun around and furiously shoved Kyle away, his face burning with rage as Bruce and the other boys started laughing. James realized the only way to save face was to outdo Kyle at his own game. He quickly balled up all the saliva he could muster, grabbed Kyle around the back of the neck, and planted a massive soggy kiss on his cheek.”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“shitty,”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“Usually when adults ask a kid to help, the kid ends up standing around holding a spanner like a gherkin for three hours, but Vaughn kept James busy and actually trusted him to do stuff.”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“Vaughn said, in a honeyed voice that gave the impression of a man about to break into a song about his lonesome cattle”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“James’ hot lunch was watery mash, peas and a rectangular slab of mincemeat that everyone, including the servers, referred to as baked turd.”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“This paperwork gave John Jones and the three young agents immunity from American laws for the duration of the mission.”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“The missile has a solid-fuel rocket engine with a ten-kilometre range and more brainpower than a roomful of nerds.”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“You will be tomorrow morning when I get my hands on you,’ Large snapped. ‘Minus ten house points for Hufflepuff. Over and out.”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“rectangular slab of mincemeat that everyone, including the servers, referred to as baked turd.”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security

“Imagine a terrorist pointing a Buddy missile out of a bedroom window in a London suburb and blasting Her Majesty out of bed at Buckingham Palace.”
― Robert Muchamore, Maximum Security