Quote:“Greasy, you’ve got to think me up a new way of getting a camera into the Poe dorms,” Peeper regaled his minion as he stormed down the hallway towards their dorm room, “I know I may talk it up, but more than half our profits from Fey’s posters are going to the rightful owners of the copyright. It’s intolerable!”
Greasy was busy sketching some ideas, “I’m working on it, sir. In the meantime, I have an interim design for self-cleaning trousers that may come in handy the next time you want to pester the Negligee Nightingales.”
“ARE YOU MOCKING ME, MINION?”
“No, sir, it’s not necessary.”
“Good! I’ll remind you to keep a civil tongue in your head.”
“I’d rather have it in yours,” Greasy mumbled under his breath.
Quote:The Amazon smiled, adding the line to the page. Then she lent back and read it, her smiled turned into a scowl. A moment later the page joined the others nesting around the bin. She sighed and looked at her original letter, the only one that seemed to express her true feelings.
Dear Sara, it read, I want to throw you down and make love to you until daybreak in the middle of Crystal Hall. Please RSVP immediately, Hippolyta.
She sighed again. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this love letter stuff.
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