What Planet Are You From? Obviously Planet

Your Dark-huntress, Danger, Called For Acheron And Since He’s Busy, I Was Sent To Check Things Out And Report Back To Him On What’s Happening. So Here I Am. Joy, Oh Joy Of My Life. (alexion)

So, Does This Make You Visibly Challenged? (nick) No, But If You Don’t Lay Off Me, I’m Going To Make You Breathing Impaired. (acheron)

Far Be It From Me To Ever Let My Common Sense Get In The Way Of My Stupidity. I Say We Press On.

I’m Protecting Her. (wulf) From? (chris) Daimons. (wulf) Big Bad Ones. (cassandra)

Answer My Question, Bacchus. I’m Not One Of Your Dickless Greeks To Be Kept Waiting For An Answer. (camulus) You Better Take A More Civil Tone With Me, Cam. I’m Not One Of Your Flaccid Celts To Shake In Terror Of Your Wrath. You Want To Fight, Boy, Bring It On. (dionysus) Whoa, Hang On A Second. Let’s Save The Fighting For When You Two Take Over The World, Okay? (styxx)