Quotes About Grenade

A tiny dark object came sailing out of the window and landed at the giant's feet. Polybotes yelled, Grenade! He covered his face. His troops hit the ground. When the thing did not explode, Polybotes bent down cautiously and picked it up. He roared in outrage. A Ding Dong? You dare insult me with a Ding Dong? He threw the cake back at the shop, and it vaporized in the light.

Percy hefted a bronze grenade. 'I hope you labelled these right.' He yelled, 'Die, Romans!' and lobbed the grenade over the wall.

Oh-do be careful with that! That's my Buddha hand grenade. Twist the head twice and throw it and anyone within ten yards can say their prayers.

So what is it?" Angus asked, appearing at his brother's side and rubbing his hands together. In the dim light, his eyes seemed to glow. "Is it Hansel and Gretel?" "Can't be," Hamish told him. "We only have the one grenade launcher." "Right." Angus nodded as if Hamish had a most excellent point.

Some sad news from Australia... the inventor of the boomerang grenade died today.

She wears glasses that are not too small. I wish I was a girl like that. I wear contact lenses because glasses make me look like I am wearing glasses. I am not saying this properly. When she wears glasses she looks so quiet, like a grenade with the pin still in.

Oh-do be careful with that! That's my Buddha hand grenade. Twist the head twice and throw it and anyone within ten yards can say their prayers.

At the back of the cave, Phoebe placed her hand against one of the stones where a spring release opened an elevator door. Chris gave an over exaggerated gape.) Holy Hand Grenade, Batman, it's a bat cave. (Chris)

I suppose I was very disappointed that I was injured during training for Korea. In fact, I had an argument with a grenade and it won, and consequently I was forced to come back to Australia for twelve months.

Rest can be as deadly a weapon as a pistol or grenade.

To put it simply, magic that is controlled by reason is more like a knife than a grenade launcher.

Eating with children at a restaurant is like eating with a live grenade. It's going to explode every time. You just don't know when.

All of their faces are cluttered with the shrapnel of rebellion, as if a grenade of alienation has exploded in their midst, piercing every possible soft point of flesh-from earlobes and nostrils to eyebrows, lips, and tongues-with metal studs and rings.

You'd think Peterson would be afraid of me, too, but that teacher wouldn't fear me even if I shoved a live grenade into her hands. "I don't got the money," Blake blurts out. "That answer ain't gonna cut it, man," Paco chimes in from the sidelines. He likes coming with me. He thinks of it as playing good cop/bad cop. Except we play bad gang member/worse gang member.

Chez les Tigres noirs du Sri Lanka on entrainait les femmes combatantes qui n'étaient pas vierges à passer une journée avec une grenade dans le vagin. (ch. 2)

He looked around the room at all the stuff. But it wasn't just stuff and it wasn't just any girl grenade that had gone off in there. It was Nikki McKinney grenade.

Insecurities are about as useful as trying to put the pin back in the grenade.

I have a smoke grenade in my room," I said. "What?" Megan asked. "How?" "I grew up working at a munitions plant," I said. "We mostly made rifles and handguns, but we worked with other factories. I got to pick up the occasional goody from the QC reject pile." "A smoke grenade is a goody?" Cody asked. I frowned. What did he mean? Of course it was. Who wouldn't want a smoke grenade when offered one?

I still think a grenade shouldn't be able to explode inward," I said, shaking sand off my clothing as I walked up to the window. "I mean, how would you even make that work?" "Maybe you take the same stuff you put in a regular grenade, then put it in backward?" "I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ don't think it works that way, Bastille.

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.

Like a real dumb idiot, I believed that to avoid a grenade that drops in the water, you could just jump in the water, and you'd be fine.

Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn't unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn't want to.

You know how spooky Ashwini is. She called an hour ago to tell me she has a secret stash of handheld grenade launchers she thought I might want to know about. My response was, 'What the fuck?

Just then, the Tonists began throwing rocks at the trucks. One came in the chief's direction, and he caught it before it could hit him. It wasn't exactly a rock, though. First of all, it was metallic and had hard ridges. He's seen something like this before in history books. Think! What was it called? Oh right--a grenade! And in an instant there was nothing more for the chief to think about.