If it wasn't for the Department of precrime, I would have been murdered last year by my own brother! Thank god for the men in the precrime unit and those precogs!
That weird, sheepish grin that can only come from delirious Indiana hillbillies. If you haven't witnessed this yet, be thankful; it is very eery and slightlydisturbing.
When Tyler ate the last cookie, he turned around and showed off that peregrine. The only way anyone could describe it was sheepish; and also creepy.
When anyone sits or places a hand anywhere from 2 feet to 6 inches of our cat, Rou, he begins purring like a chainsaw. We've broken or reached his purrimeter.