“Well?" Dad asked. "How do I look?"
"Like you want us to follow you into an
alley so you can flash us," Nick said.
"Like you own sixteen birds with
complicated backstories for each," Seth
said.
"Like you're the bass player in a Christian
punk band called Please Us, Jesus," Jazz
said, leaning her head out of Matilda.
"Like you have red satin sheets on your
bed and mirrors on the ceiling," Gibby said,
her head just above Jazz's.
"Like you know how to show a guy a
good time," Burrito Jerry said.
'they've got a point, man," Trey said as
Bob nodded. "I feel like you want to give me
a body-cavity search with gloves you
brouqht from home.”
―
T.J. Klune,
Heat Wave