Dean stood in the far corner of the school yard watching the other kids play and thought about what it might be like to have friends.

"The Blues ain't a life-style choice," decried Froglegs, "It's a road map."

The old men were the last duelists left, but refused to fight each other out of spite.

The Butterballs loved the holidays.

The teletype machine ticked off the story, but it never made it to press.

They thought of their spendthrift lifestyle as heroic since they were helping prop up an ailing economy.

Trey's attorney was even more of a paranoid conspiracy theorist than he was and he swore that the government was run by aliens.