You're not a Nazi, Jojo. You're a ten-year-old kid who likes dressing up in a funny uniform and wants to be part of a club.
They're currently in alien terrain surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet; humans.
Every breath I take is a cliffhanger!
If we're kind and polite, the world will be right.
This is a video game, which means we each have three lives.
I know, I know. It's okay. My love is not fragile.
There are many who prey on the innocent. I'm sure your kind would agree.
I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause.
Everything is going to go south and you're going to say, "This is it. This is how I end." Now, you can either accept that...or you can get to work.
I know breaking up sucks. But you know what’s even worse? Wasting a night in New York City.
When you use a bird to write with, it's called tweeting.
Jamie is over and Jamie is gone. Jamie's decided it's time to move on. Jamie has new dreams he's building upon. And I'm still hurting.