You Think We Stand A Chance? (delphine)

That Depends On The Man. I Like Breasts Myself. A Nice Rack Goes A Long Way In Getting Me To Do Just About Anything. Even Stupid Things. (phobos) You Are So Offensive! (delphine) Oh, Please, I’m Ten Thousand Years Old. You’re Lucky I’m Not More Chauvinistic Than I Am. Babe, I’ve Come A Long Way. (phobos)

Yeah, Well, If Ifs And Buts Were Candy And Nuts, Then We’d Never Go Hungry. (syn)

No, No, No. This Ain’t Right. I Finally Find A Woman Who’ll Actually Let Me Into Her Place And You Bring Her Home For You? Oh, Please Tell Me You Brought Her Home For You And Not For Me. You Didn’t Pimp Me Out Again, Wulf, Did You? I Swear I’ll Stake You In Your Sleep If You Did. (chris)

Is He A Good Boy? (cherise) No, Mom, He’s Satan Incarnate. In Fact, Once It’s Over, We’re Going To Get Liquored Up And Tattooed, Then Find Some Cheap Hos And Have A Good Time With His Trust Fund. (nick)

What Four Realms? (amanda) Time, Space, Earth, And Dreams. (talon) Okay, Now That Is Scary. Some Of You Guys Walk Through Time? (amanda) And Space And Dreams. (talon) Ah. So Rod Sterling Was A Were-hunter? (amanda)