The Horrible Chocolate Quotes

“me express my deepest, most sincere apologies,” Frank said,”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“bars at once, leaving the car and his dad”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“Bobby”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“TV, but it had to be better than no TV at all.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“decision.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“attracting people’s attention was no problem. In a couple of minutes there were enough people gathered around him to start the show.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“One day when Bobby was hopping happily on his way to checknastics practice, he passed by Kenny’s Candy Cave—the little yellow store where he bought Schnurgel every Saturday.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“I have to fix that before Mom finds out.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“Emmet to aim his poop”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“Every time it seemed like he was about to actually understand something, you would quickly realize that he, in fact, didn’t. Because he would get up, slam his fists on his desk, and stomp around the classroom, grunting at any student who was only half the size of the average eleven-year”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“Go home and don’t come back before you’ve decided not to step on people,”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“He lives in… Oh, never mind, there’s no point telling you where he lives because you’ve probably never heard of it anyway.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“checknastics”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“chocolate”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“same as playing checkers, but instead of moving pieces on a board, the players themselves move around. But they don’t walk from square to square as one would expect. That would be too boring. People would fall asleep watching that.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“how to play the amazing game of checknastics. It’s pretty much the”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“never be allowed to eat more than three Schnurgel bars a week. That rule was enough to make him Blaaaaargh!! again. ***”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“Of course, leaving an eleven-year-old boy alone with that many chocolate bars is never good. He finished all twelve in less than an hour, which made Bobby’s stomach decide to return all the Scnhurgel bars at once, leaving the car and his dad in a sticky mess. Bobby’s mom parked the car on the side of the road, muttering to herself with words Bobby could never say in school or anywhere else for that matter. While cleaning it up, she nearly added to the mess with her own, more sensible breakfast. Somewhere between cleaning the car and Dad, Bobby’s mom came up with the horrifying rule that Bobby would”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“Then he chewed once more. And then just half a chew. Then he stopped. Not only did he stop chewing, he stopped everything.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“You would really help me a lot if you leave a review”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“He could train Emmet to aim his poop and have him shoot the Bog in the eyes with his bottom-end poop-blaster. No, that would only annoy him a little.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“a”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“soaking wet and the slimy yellow worms of cheese puffs dribbled down his hair, but the warm, moldy classroom with”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“eleven”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“that”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate

“was sleeping deeply in the passenger seat like he always did on long drives. Until he was awakened by a wet, creamy splosh to the back of his neck and shoulders.”
― Jacob M. Ronsen, The Horrible Chocolate