Minho snickered and leaned back in his chair. “Man, you are one butt-load of sunshine, let me tell you.
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The Creators,” Minho said; then he spat on the floor. “I’m gonna break your faces!
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We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.
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He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl.
'How do I look?'
'Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.'
'Thanks.
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Shuck it,” Minho responded. “I’m tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin’ butt with twice this pain.”
Thomas shrugged. “I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.
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I ought to come up there and break your shuck nose.
James DashnerYou quit treating people like animals and maybe I'll consider it.
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[Minho] pulled one of his knives from a pocket and, without missing a beat, cut a big piece of ivy off the wall. He threw it on the ground behind him and kept running.
“Bread crumbs?” Thomas asked, the old fairy tale popping into his mind. Such odd glimpses of his past had almost stopped surprising him.
“Bread crumbs,” Minho replied. “I’m Hansel, you’re Gretel.
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