We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" "No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.

In the name of the Pizza Lord. Charge!

You don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.

I put on the boots and kicked some monster ass.