Book 18-The Decision

Humans are always lost in time.  They are constantly certain that "it" is later or earlier than they thought.  I have never known a human to say "Oh, look, it's exactly what time I thought it was."
--Ax

"He's rattling your cage.  It's like, 'Hey pal, while you're stuck here on Earth I've been in and out of your house, hanging out with your buddies, and eating your mom's cookies."  --Marco
<My mother does not make cookies.>  --Ax
"The Visser's yanking you chain."  -Rachel
"Messing with your mind."  --Cassie
<Jerking you around.>  --Tobias
"Trying to baffle you with...oh, never mind."  --Jake

"The real question is what are we going to do with Hewlett Aldershot the Third?"
Marco raised his hand.  "Get him to change his name?"
--Cassie, Marco

"Excuse me.  H. A. Third can't give permission.  He's a vegetable.  He's a carrot.  He's a cabbage.  He's a tomato."  --Marco
"I thought tomatoes were fruit."  --Rachel
"It's called a 'persistent vegetative state,' thanks so much for your sensitivity, Marco."  --Cassie
..."The man is a brussels sprout."  --Marco

"So let me get this straight.  Suddenly, we're a bazillion miles from home and we're about to get dragged into a serious shooting war where the good guys are outnumbered three to one?"
<Yes.>
"Cool.  What can we do to help?"
"Oh, even for you, Rachel, that is just sick."
--Rachel, Ax, Marco

<Aristh?>
<Yes?>
<Maybe different races can be stronger together.  Go with your humans and prove me wrong.>
--Hareli-Frodlin-Sirinial, Ax

<Free people who get together to defend freedom are never weak.>
Marco said that.  Maybe you can see why, despite all their strangeness, I like humans.
--Ax

"
That's what's strange:  the word 'yanked.'  Us turning into mosquitoes to suck some guy's blood so we could morph into him and instead ending up in the middle of some war to control psychic yellow frogs, and oh, by the way, blowing up a small continent full of Yeerks, saving an entire species, then getting back here to find out Coma-man woke up from a mosquito bite delivered by a morphed alien-slash-deer-slash-scorpion-slash-four-eyed-centaur, that's all totally normal. That's just an average day.  Dear Diary:  another boring average day, till someone said 'yanked'."
-Marco