" Driggs, you go out and watch for a break in traffic. Once it’s clear, give the signal, and we’ll scramble onto the escalator as quickly and as quietly as we can.”
“Are you nuts?” said Lex. “People are going to recognize us!”
He withdrew his hand from his bag, something golden glinting between his fingers. “Not with this.”
“The bubonic football?” Lex said. “What are we going to do, sneeze them to death?”
“Oh, if only our paltry weapons were as destructive as Lex’s diabolical wit,” Uncle Mort countered, deadpan.
“I’d say diabolical wit is something that runs in the family,” said Pandora.
“Don’t forget the superiority complexes,” Ferbus added.
“And the bossiness!” Pip threw in.
Uncle Mort cleared his throat. “As fun as it might be for us to all sit here and pick apart all the delightfully whimsical foibles of the Bartleby family, we’ve kind of got a war to fight here, remember? Let’s go do that "

― Gina Damico , Rogue (Croak, #3)