Crimes blow up in criminals' dumb criminal faces.
The first rule of Coffin Club is: you do not talk like a vampire at Coffin Club.
At that level of wealth, you truly have nothing better to do with your time.
A neck and (ridiculously long) neck race.
My hump, my hump, my hump. My lovely camel clumps. Check it out.
Inside just about every work of dystopian fiction lurks something similar to what you can get at Lululemon right now.
Scooby-Doo meets The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.