Fine, Just Don’t Eat My Mom, Okay?

What Am I Supposed To Do While You’re Gone? (shahara) Think Up Ways To Kill Me While I Sleep. (syn)

So What Brings You Here? (devyn) People Needed Killing. (adron)

If Apollo Caught Sight Of Him Outside Or Near A Window During The Light Of Day, Talon Would Be Nothing More Than A Strip Of Fried Bacon On The Sidewalk. Extra-crispy Celt Didn’t Appeal To Him In The Least.’ (talon)

I’d Rather Be Short, Fat, And Ugly Than Take After That Man. (nick)

Funny How Internal Scars Never Healed. They Were The Souvenirs Of The Past.