You Must Be The Brother. I Hope

Your Boyfriend Is…well, Way Buff. Monster Buff. Lord, King Buff. (sunshine)

What’ Cha Doing Out Here All Alone? Did You Forget How To Find Sanctuary? (simi) No. I Want To Be Alone For A Bit. (gallagher) Why? Were The Bears Mean To You? Mama Can Get A Bit Cranky Whenever I Play With The Cubs. She Thinks I’m Going To Eat One, But Bleh! They’re Way Too Hairy. Now If She’d Let Me Skin One, I Might Be Interested. (simi) Are You Joking? (gallagher) Oh No. I Never Joke About Hairy Food. (simi)

But If Fate Won’t Be Denied...if It’s Set, How Could There Be Infinite Possibilities? (kat) Only Certain Aspects Are Fated. The Outcome Isn’t. It Was Fated That Sin Would Loose His Godhood. The Means And What Followed Were Determined By Free Will. Free Will Is That One Scary Variable That Sets So Much Into Motion That No One, Not Even I, Have Control Over. (acheron)

The Fork Was Invented Sometime In The Fifteenth Century, I Believe.” “really?” She Asked. “were You There?” His Features Blank, He Looked Up And Asked, “what, For The Invention Of The Fork Or The Fifteenth Century?

Oh, Yeah, Insanity Ran Deep In The Roots Of That Family Tree.’ (talon)