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Nick‘s Eyes Widened As A Total State Of Befuddled Huh Possessed Him. Was He In The Twilight Zone?

These Atlantikoinonia. They’re Human? (acheron) What Else Would They Be? Turnips? (tory)

We’re Not That Strong Anymore. (hades) Oops, Guess I Screwed Up. Inability To See The Consequences Of Our Thoughtless Acts Must Run In The Family. So Much For My Father Being A God Of Prophecy, Huh? (stryker)

Or More Precisely, Is There Anything I Can Do For You, Ma’am? (waiter) ‘how About A Bag For My Head, Or A Stick To Beat Lanie With?’ (grace)

What Is That Smell? (nick) (it Was Like Three-day-old Cat Vomit Mixed With Rotten Asparagus.) Duck Urine. It Keeps The Zombies From Thinking I’m Human. (mark) Yeah, Well It Keeps Me From Thinking You’re Sane. (nick)