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“Andy kicked her way in, moonlit and angerstruck, doors shattering the decoration behind as she shouted at the shocked furniture: “Blyton Summer Fucking Detective Club! Anybody home?â€� Kerri and Nate came to flank her right after, rifles aimed at the horrified haunted house. Tim scurried between them, promenaded across the hall, stopped by a decorative suit of armor, and peed on it.”
― Edgar Cantero, Meddling Kids

“Peter sat as powerless as an overwhelmed female character in a Victorian drama.”
― Edgar Cantero, Meddling Kids

“The remarkable thing now was emerging from the vortex, a thing for which no one had words and Nate was only able to punctuate with “Holy Satan’s crotch.”
― Edgar Cantero, Meddling Kids