Awww," Minho said. "That's almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.

Thomas: Is it [my brain] fixed?Brenda: It worked, judging from the fact that you're not trying to kill us anymore...

Minho snickered and leaned back in his chair. “Man, you are one butt-load of sunshine, let me tell you.

Owr brave little shank!