They Shot Me. (talon) No, Bud. They

I Really Hate Squires. (syra) (she Pulled Another Flat Bolt Out And Loaded It, Then Shot It At Otto. Moving So Fast He Could Hardly Be Seen, The Squire Turned Around And Caught It Without Flinching. He Held The Bolt Up To His Nose And Inhaled It Lovingly.) Mmm. Rose. My Favorite. (otto) Perhaps We Should Leave You Two Alone. (jess) Yeah, This Does Remind Me A Bit Of The Mating Rites Of The Mean And The Surly. (allen)

Where Are You Going? (nykyrian) To Get A Drink And Kill Cruel…not Necessarily In That Order. (syn)

What Would You Like? (maggie) I Don’t Care. I’ll Eat Anything Not Tylenol Or Chocolate. (wren)

Jealousy Can’t Sour Someone To This Extreme, Can It? (aiden) It Can And It Does. Believe Me. I’ve Seen A Lot Worse Than This In My Billion Or So Years Of Existence – The First Murder Man Committed Was One Brother Against The Other For No Other Reason Than That One Petty Emotion. Jealousy Turns To Hatred Which Then Turns To Poison. It Infects And It Destroys Until It Eats Someone Alive. (deimos)

What? Was That A Laugh? (delphine) No. (jericho) Yes, It Was. I Heard It. Holy Cow, Call Hermes To Spread The News. I Think I Just Started The End Of The World…it Has To Be A Sign Of The Apocalypse. (delphine)