Could You Please Stop With The Beating?

We’ve Got To Get These Guys To Bubba’s. Anyone Got A Clue How To Do It? (nick) They Gotta Be Breathing? (simi) Yes. (nick And Caleb) Well, Pooh. That Just Takes All The Fun Out Of It. (simi)

Don’t Touch Me. It Makes My Skin Crawl. (grace) Grace! I Can’t Believe You– (selena) At Least She Didn’t Spit In My Face With Her Dying Breath. (julian) They Shoot, They Score. A Direct Hit Straight Through The Heart And Into The Raw Nerves. (selena)

They’re Ogling You, Dude. Talking About Your Assets And The Fact That You’re Nauseatingly Ripped, Which I Would Have Been Had I Not Bit The Dust At Seventeen. I’m Forever Trapped In My Tall, Gangly Phase. (jesse)

I Know You’re Going To Find This Hard To Believe, But For Some Reason I Don’t Understand, I Actually Like You…most Of The Time. (simone) Well, You Also Love Jesse. Obviously Your Taste In Men Leaves A Lot To Be Desired. (xypher)

Ah, Those Were The Days…the Dark-hunters Hunted Us, We Slaughtered Them. We Made Our Homes In Underground Catacombs And Crypts Where The Hunters Couldn’t Go Without Getting Possessed. It Was An Interesting Time To Be Apollite Or Daimon. But That Was Before We Discovered Civilization And Modern Conveniences. Before The Human World Developed Enough To Where We Could Exist At Night Under The Pretense Of Being One Of Them. Apollites Owning Businesses And Houses. Daimons Playing Nintendo. What Is This World Coming To? (thanatos)