Believe Me, If I Start Getting Sick,

The Man Hates Your Guts More Than Stryker Does. You’ll Be Lucky If He Doesn’t Pull Your Spine Out Through Your Nostrils. (tory) Nice To Have Miss Merry Sunshine Back Again. Any Other Eeyore Outlooks You’d Like To Share? (acheron)

In Essence, We’re Their Servants Who Help Them And Who Guard Them From The Public. (leo) Oh Gee, Golly, Goodie, Mr. Leo! Can I Have My Eyes Gouged Out, Too? (susan)

You Have No Idea How Many Times I’ve Been Barricaded Inside A Box In My Life. I Know It’s For My Protection. But That Doesn’t Mean I Have To Like It. (kiara)

Where Did You Learn To Ride Anyway? Disasters-r-us? (tory)

As A Child, He Had Hardened His Heart And Learned To Take Their Punches. He Had Learned To Spit Back And Take Down Anyone Who Cast A Jaundiced Eye Or Who Made A Comment About Either Him, His Mother, Or His Sister. He’d Told Himself That He Didn’t Need Anyone’s Love Or Caring. And So He Had Learned To Live Like A Feral Animal, Always Ready To Strike Out When Someone Tried To Touch Him.