She was still dead serious. This reveals an elemental cause of all
our miscommunication. I am fluent in snark. Bethany only notices snark
when snark grabs her off the sidewalk, throws her in the back of a
sketchy van with tinted windows, drives to the middle of the Meadow-
lands in the dead of night, and uses a heavy blunt instrument to smack
her repeatedly about the head as it screams, "I'M SNARK. DO YOU
FUCKING HEAR ME? I'M SNARKY SNARKY SNARK!" And even then
she's like, "Ohhhh? Snark? Is that you?"
Fourth Comings, s. 109. Megan McCafferty.