#Murderfunding Quotes

“the ever-obstinate leader of the not-so-free world refused once more to resign, forcing Congress to invoke Article II of the United States Constitution against a sitting president for the first time in the history of the republic. With photographic evidence showing”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“The body of Gavin Xanthropoulos was discovered this afternoon in a dumpster behind a Dunkin’ Donuts in Bethesda, Maryland. The thirty-two-year-old former White House adviser was set to testify in the president’s impeachment hearing this morning, and his disappearance set off a nationwide manhunt that ended less than a mile from Xanthropoulos’s suburban Maryland home.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“Becca felt all the warmth drain from her body as the final judge stood up. She wore one of Molly’s outfits—black corset with a flouncy skirt buoyed by a mass of tulle petticoats paired with the ever-present striped tights—and though her face was painted with the clown makeup, Becca recognized her immediately. It was her mom.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“It’s day two of the presidential impeachment trial and in a total shock to all present, Gavin Xanthropoulos—star witness against the president—was scratched at the last minute from the witness list due to the fact that he appears to be missing.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“Former fans of The Postman blamed Dee and her friends for the app’s demise, just as the dwindling supporters of the president held her responsible for the impending impeachment trial,”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“shit.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“Coop floored the accelerator and bounced the bus out of the parking lot onto one of the internal streets that crisscrossed the lot. Becca gripped a stripper pole with both hands as he careened around a corner towards the main gate, hardly slowing down.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“Griselda rotated her finger in a circle whoop-de-do-style, signaling her impatience. ‘Yeah, yeah. We all have daddy issues. Get to the part where you justify Javier not shooting you.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“For a moment, the world moved in slow motion. Becca and Lars tumbling through the air, arcing towards the balcony platform from the force of Lar’s running start off the top of the turret. Becca was over Lars, then under him, then over again as they descended. She couldn’t see anything but Lar’s face smiling at her; then someone grabbed her arm and yanked her away as Lars continued to fall into the gap.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“The Burning Man looked stunned, and Mistress Distress took advantage of it. She ran straight at him, an impressive feat across a pockmark floor in five-inch stilettos, and rammed her shoulder into his chest.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“They had to get those flames put out or Mistress Distress would be toast. Literally. If only they had an extinguisher. Or water. ‘Stef!’ Becca cried, pointing to her chest. ‘Our boobs.’ Stef looked at Becca like she had lost her freaking mind before remembering that her boobs were, in fact, water balloons. Simultaneously, they reached into their dresses, hauling out their falsies. Without a moment to spare, Becca reared back her arm and heaved a water-filled D-cup at the Burning Man.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“Becca wasn’t sure how long she stood there in the entryway shaking like a late-winter lead as it clung to a barren branch during a snowstorm. Five minutes? An hour? It was impossible to say. Time had ceased to exist.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“Stef returned her smile. She was so beautiful. So wounded and tough and beautiful on the inside too, and Becca wanted to hold her like that forever until they were both old and wrinkly and lived in a giant house with forty cats. But with her eyes wide, her lips smiling, Stef's body went slack in Becca's arms.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“As she stared down at Stef's coffin, all she could picture was the scene at the Marquette cemetery, Stef's head in Becca's lap, her skin turning a sickly shade of grayish brown, her eyes open but unseeing, as her life slowly drained away.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“They had to get those flames put out or Mistress Distress would be toast. Literally. If only they had an extinguisher. Or water. 'Stef!' Becca cried, pointing to her chest. 'Our boobs.' Stef looked at Becca like she had lost her freaking mind before remembering that her boobs were, in fact, water balloons. Simultaneously, they reached into their dresses, hauling out their falsies. Without a moment to spare, Becca reared back her arm and heaved a water-filled D-cup at the Buring Man.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding

“Guys," Becca said, staring at her friends in disbelief. Had they not heard a word she'd said? "Bram is dead."
"Yeah, yeah," Lars said, waving his hand dismissively. "So a Russian mobster murdered an FBI agent. That's not exactly news."
"Man, what word do you live in?" Coop asked.
"I was raised in a Russian orphanage," Lars said, his voice deadpan. "We call that 'Tuesday.”
― Gretchen McNeil, #Murderfunding