Cashier number eight was whizzing right along.
In this case, 'weird' meant unique, interesting, and wonderfully strange.
“Hey Charles!” he said. God, he sounded so much like Ned Ryerson, I started looking around for a deep puddle.
"I eat sailors like you for breakfast."
This really weird thing about American football and older English people happened.
NOTHING could kill Andy, except for.. well, everything.