"If only you spent the same effort writing your own parts as trashing mine." Jake complained as they slid down the berg to the icy sea.

"If only you would spend as much time writing as combing your hair." sneered Dolores. "I wish you were dead!"

"given how disjointed this story is. I may well be!"

"Kiss me you fool!"

" No! You kiss me!"

"mmmffgggmmmm"


"mmmffgggmmmm"