"Okay, look, the joke's over. I admire your persistence and everything, but it really isn't funny anymore. Trashing the place is one thing, but I'm pretty sure biting people crosses a line that'll end up getting you arrested."
Still nothing. Not only did I sound stupid, the growing paranoia was making my skin crawl.
I wasn't sure what I was trying to accomplish; there was no chance any of them would take orders from a wheezy middle schooler.
After they've exhausted the topic of the Quarter Quell, my prep team launches into a whole lot of stuff about their incomprehensibly silly lives. Who said what about someone I've never heard of and what shoes they just bought and a long story from Octavia about what a mistake it was to have everyone wear feathers to her birthday party.
— Katniss Everdeen, Catching Fire
I saw my tails before they saw me. Blondie was behind her paper in a new doorway, Shorty fiddled with her phone at one of the little tables outside DiSanti's. Both were trying hard to look like they didn't have a care in the world. Poor things, I thought, pining away for a glimpse of little old me. It wasn't enough to break your heart, but a few crocodile tears seemed in order.
—Scarlett, Scarlett Undercover
“Aliens,” Uncle Joe said, shaking his head. “Crazy stuff, man. Back in my day we always expected first contact to be those little green guys from television, not inside your brain.”
How disappointing, then, that my own first contact had been blundering on a secret meeting and getting my sorry ass kidnapped.
“Like something out of Star Trek, only real,” Aunt Leah said. “Although I don’t think Star Trek ever covered... How do you fit an entire alien inside your skull, anyway?”
Not comfortably. “Probably in all the space left over from my tiny brain rattling around,” I said instead.
They both roared with laughter like this was the wittiest thing they’d ever heard.
How disappointing, then, that my own first contact had been blundering on a secret meeting and getting my sorry ass kidnapped.
“Like something out of Star Trek, only real,” Aunt Leah said. “Although I don’t think Star Trek ever covered... How do you fit an entire alien inside your skull, anyway?”
Not comfortably. “Probably in all the space left over from my tiny brain rattling around,” I said instead.
They both roared with laughter like this was the wittiest thing they’d ever heard.
— Eleutherophobia: Back to the Future
