If I Hurt You, You Can Kill

How Did You Escape? (syd) I Fought My Way Out In A Manner That Would Have Made Rambo Proud. And When I Got Home Without His Body Because I Couldn’t Pull Him Out Without Getting Myself Killed, I Got Slapped In My Face By Everyone Around Me. So Don’t Talk To Me About Death, Little Girl. I Wrote The Book On It. (steele)

Look At His Hair. He Looks Like His Father. (cassandra) He Has Your Lungs. (wulf) Oh, Please! (cassandra) Trust Me. Every Apollite Here Knows That My Parents Were Unmarried At My Birth, And That If You Survive The Night, You Plan On Making Me A Eunuch. (wulf)

Trust Me, Joe. You’re Not A Cowboy. The Only Cows You Ever Saw As A Kid Came Under A Plastic Wrap In The Grocery Store Or In A Paper Wrapped From Mcdonald’s. (tee)

There Are Some Things That Defy Explanation- Kind Of Like. . . You Know, You.

We’re Looking For Anything To Do With The Rod Of Time. (sin) Rod Of Time, Forsaken Moon, Tablet Of Destiny…you Sumerians Really Liked Your Hokey Terms, Huh? (kat) They Didn’t Exactly Ask My Opinion Before They Named Them. (sin) Good, ‘cause My Estimation Of Your Intellect Would Be Seriously Scarred If They Had. (kat)