The Man Doesn’t Want Me Messing With

Technical Advisor. Since You Know Our Enemies So Well, We’re Going To Pick Your Brain. (jericho) I’ll Tell You What You Want To Know. There's No Need To Torture Me For It. (asmodeus) Pick Your Brain Is An Idiomatic Expression, Asmodeus. It Means We’ll Have You Tell Us Things. We’re Not Actually Going In There To Mess With Your Head. (delphine) Oh, Thank The Source. I Can’t Stand It When Someone Opens My Skull. It Really Hurts. (asmodeus)

Then Why Are We Being Shot At? (syd) ’cause The Sonofabitch Can’t Tell Time. (steele)

Yeah, Well, Your People Happen To Be Soul-sucking Demons. (wulf) You Ever Met A Banker Or A Lawyer? Tell Me Who’s Worse, My Urian Or One Of Them? At Least We Need The Food; They Do It Just For Profit Margins. (phoebe)

Ash Paused As He Entered The House To Find The Three Women Lined Up And... Singing To... Dear Gods, Anything But This. "fergilicious." All He Needed Was For Simi To Be Here And Off-key With Them Since It Was Her Favorite Song And He'd Spent The Better Part Of The Last Year Cursing Whoever Was Dumb Enough To Introduce That Song To A Hormonal Teenaged Demon. Worst Part? Simi Wanted Him To Call Her Similicious.

In One Afternoon, My Entire Life Shattered And Then All Of A Sudden This Great Guy Comes Along Like Some Mythical Knight In Shining Armor. He's Gorgeous, Loaded, And Says All The Right Things To Me. He Makes Me Feel Like I Can Fly, And Every Time He Shows Up, He Makes Everything Better. I'm Not Used To This, Okay? And I'm Not Used To Being With A Guy Who Is So Incredibly Sexy That He Makes Me Feel Like The Booby Prize." - Bride