"You and I could make a pretty good team."
"I think you're mistaking me for someone else, Harv," Nygma scoffed. He shrugged the larger man's had off his shoulder, then turned and started carrying his tray of slop to the nearest empty lunchroom table. When Dent followed him, he just rolled his eyes. "No one wants to work with me. I'm loquacious, abrasive to the nerves and patience, physically unimpressiveaside from my devilish good looks, of course, dramatic, obnoxious, arrogantor so I seem to come across to those simpletons who don't appreciate my intellectand easily irritated by those beneath my level. Not to mention
Final Ails In Life part 5
My home was burnt to the ground, the septic tank was still overflowing, and my entire family was outside, glaring angrily at us as the horsemen dropped us off.
"Care to explain this?" Dad asked, motioning to the ruins of what once was our house. "You were the only one home. How did the fire start?"
"God did it! The world is ending!" I cried. Wow, I really cried a lot that day.
"Don't blame God for your own faults," mom said.
"You ruined my blanket," accused Sammi. "You got donut all over it!"
"We're on a tight budget this month, and now we have to pay for all this damage. You won't be getting allowance for at l