Hi, Mom…yes, I Know My Heart Rate’s

Let’s Find Someplace Where There Aren’t Any Dead People, Insects, Or Rodents. For That Matter, Someplace That’s Big Enough To Accommodate Both Of Us Without Crimping Any Internal Organs. (shahara) Picky, Picky, Picky. (syn)

Where Are My Guards? (wulf) Oh, One Is Right Here, But He’s Not Feeling Very Talkative. Death Has A Way Of Making Even The Chattiest Of People Rather Quite. As For The Other…he’s…oh, Wait, Dead Now. (stryker)

So How Many Women Have You Visited In Their Dreams? (geary) Is This One Of Those Questions That If I Don’t Answer It Correctly, You Get Angry At Me? (arik)

Well, Lord Debonair And Lady Lethal, If We Can Have A Minute Of Your Time, We Do Have A Psycho To Hunt. (allen) (jess Glared Over His Shoulder At Allen, But Before He Could Comment, Syra Shot Another Bolt From Her Crossbow. Allen Went Flying And Landed Flat On His Back In The Snow. Syra Walked Over To Him And Stared Down.) I Don’t Particularly Like Squires And I Really Hate The Blood Rites. So Save Yourself Some Pain And Don’t Speak To Me Again. (syra)

A Woman After My Own Heart. (stryker) You’re Absolutely Right About That. Nothing Would Please Me More Than Ripping That Organ Out Of You And Feasting On It. (zephyra)