Hush, Self, Let Me Think.

Nick, Fetch My Car, Fetch My Clothes, Sweep The Chimney, Make My Bed, Watch My Psychopath, Fetch My Slippers.’ Yeah, I’ll Fetch Those Slippers And Stick Them Someplace Real Uncomfortable. I Swear, My Mother Should Have Named Me Fido. (nick)

Val- I’m On Bourbon– (acheron) I Will Not Venture Down That Street Of Crass Iniquities And Plebeian Horror, Acheron. It Is The Cesspit Of Humanity. (valerius)

We Are Coming Up On The Sumerian Apokalypsi–. (artemis) I Don’t Think They Use That Word. (kat) Who Cares What Word They Use? End Of The World Is End Of The World Regardless Of Whatever Term You Use For It! (artemis)

That Would Be Like Making A Pact With Lucifer. (zarek) Yes, But I Don’t Smell Like Sulfur. And I Happen To Dress Better. Luc Always Looks Like A Pimp. (dionysus)

Hey, T-rex? Remind Me Next Time I Want To Get Smartass With You That It’s A Really Stupid Move On My Part? (talon) Oh, No, You Don’t, You Wuss. You Told Me The Next Time You Saw Ash You Were Going To Ask Him If He’d Seen The Movie 10,000 Bc And If It’d Made Him Homesick. (wulf)