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This exchange between Carl and Donut has me weeping.

[DONUT: CARL, IF THEY BLOW UP THE TRAIN AND NOT YOU, THEN YOU WON'T GET THE EXPERIENCE.

CARL: That's okay, Donut. Sometimes it's not always about the experience.]

CARLLLL 😭💞

["Bitch, what?" Imani demanded, her demeanor changing on a dime.

He screamed.]

This is, hands down, the funniest book I’ve ever read.

[The goat creature screamed, suddenly and unexpectedly, causing me to almost jump out of my skin. There was no reason for it.]

As someone who thinks people being startled is fucking hilarious, this made me laugh out loud.

["Fuck yeah," I said. I turned to Li Na and held up my hand. "High five."

She just looked at me. "If I touch you with my hand, you will experience excruciating pain throughout your entire body that will cause you to lose control of your bladder and bowels."

"Okay, then," I said. "Moving on."]

🤌

[CARL: Holy shit, I have a glorious idea.

MORDECAI: No.

CARL: You don't know what it is yet.

MORDECAI: I don't care what it is. If it's a Carl idea, it's probably a brilliant idea that's going to get you killed…]

[“… If you slice part of them off, the pieces grow legs and return to the main body. If you can get more than 50% of the mass off the main body at once, it'll no longer be able to heal or transform…”]

And who decides if it was more or less than 50%? If I cut a thing in approximate two, which “half” is the AI going to consider as the one cute off? This is illogical.

[Katia shrugged. "I think it might be a shade of chartreuse."
"What the hell color is chartreuse?" I asked.
"It's between yellow & green. It's named after a French liqueur. Actually, there's some controversy on what the exact shade should be. It's very interesting."
"I'm sure it's riveting," I said.
Katia stuck her tongue out at me. And then her tongue formed into a little hand with a tiny middle finger pointing up.]

[Nobody was on the tracks on this line, so the worst that could happen was it went off prematurely. Or it didn't go off at all. Or I caved in the line. Or I killed myself.]

The nonchalance. I <3 Carl

[I grinned. "My dad once made me sleep in a tent in the yard because I had a nosebleed that wouldn't stop."

"Miss Beatrice once used scissors to get poop off my butt," Donut said.

"Uh-huh," I said. "Once?"

"We're having a moment here, Carl. Don't ruin it."]