Yeah, me and Mr. Lonely double dating, with pen, paper, and empty wine glasses . . . I'm looking for a new him . . . The one that stays, not gonna cheat, he is my ride or die and I'm his drive to shine.

Peter had been an adept with tilts, as old Stein had said so often that morning, while he, Palmer, and Gus, had dubiously laboured at this elusive task. But Peter would rig no more tilts, and primitively old Stein and Gus lamented this, as they missed his services.

Upon opening the door, Trech was suddenly drawn aback by the shocking presence of the armed goon standing directly in front of him. “Yo, what up fool? […] ”

One day Gröninger, a brilliant young Homoeoid physicist then just at the end of his first year as a graduate student, became convinced that the frequencies of lines in the spectrum of waterstuff are differences between the frequencies …