Eat my food or die."
"If I eat your food I WILL die." He belches before reaching in the fridge for a soda. "Yeah, whatever. Gimme something to commit a slow suicide with.

Hell - you'll be lucky to join the circus!"
"I don't need to join the circus." Ethan stretches his arms to the sky, bored with the entire situation. "I live with you, don't I?"
"He so got Tad there," I whisper.

Breast milk is big business." My mother uses my sarcasm as a springboard for her insanity. "We should consider opening a shop that caters to that market. We can call it 'The Milk Bar' or 'Mother's Milk'."

...Ethan slaps his hand on the counter. "We can have ice cream made from that shit." He nods into my mother, stony faces, as if he didn't just let an expletive fly.

We could call him Gynecological Gage or Assman - AssHOLE - take your pick.

What do you love?"
"You for doing this - you in general. Chocolate, sushi, malt shakes. All things I'm highly deficient in at the moment. Well, other than you."
"What do you hate?"
"Chloe and clowns. Come to think of it, Chloe is a clown.

Chloe Bishop took an ax and gave Skanky Skyla forty whacks. And when she saw what she had done, she gave her family forty-one."
A tingle of fear rises through my spine as Chloe cackles her way into Ethan's bedroom.

Chloe Bishop is certifiably insane.
And dear God Almighty - I do believe she's going to kill us all.