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How Can This Be Your Car? (nick) Well, I Wrote A Really Big Check That Didn’t Bounce To The Dealer And Then The Most Amazing Thing Happened…the Salesman Gave Me The Keys And Let Me Take It Home. It Was Like Magic. (acheron)

You Know It Doesn’t Work That Way, T. I Have To Be Touching The Body Or Something That Belonged To The Victim. Photos Only Give Me A Paper Cut…and The Willies. (simone)

You Can Party, But I Better Not Catch You Drunk. (wulf) (chris Rolled His Eyes, Then Bent Down To Said To Cassandra’s Stomach...) Be Wise, Little Guy, Stay In There Where Lord King Neurotic Can’t Kill All Your Fun. (chris)

Boy, You Better Check That Tone. (wulf) Yeah, Yeah, Ya Scare Me. I’m Even Wetting My Pants While In Your Terrifying, Gut-wrenching Presence. See Me Shiver And Quiver? Ooo, Ahhh, Ooo. (chris)

It’s Entirely Up To You, Artie. He Lives Or Dies By Your Word. (acheron) No, Akri! Don’t Ask Her That. She Never Let Me Have No Fun. She A Mean Goddess! (simi)