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The Simi Gots Some Barbecue Sauce In Her Bag. It Kind Of Looks Like Blood If You Squint At It The Right Way. And It Don’t Coagulate Between Your Teeth Like Blood Or Give You Them Funky Burps, Not To Mention It Tastes A Lot Better Too. Especially Over That Type A Stuff. Bleh! I’d Rather Eat My Shoes. But That O-flavored Blood…yum! (she Straightened And Held One Finger Up In A Gesture That Strangely Reminded Him Of Smokey The Bear.) And Just Remember, Kids, Three Out Of Four Demons All Prefer Barbecue Sauce Over Hemoglobin. (simi)

You Rang, Mino- Well, You’re Not Really The Minor Master Anymore, Are You? What Should I Call You? (asmodeus) Think Of A Polite Term, Demon. (jericho) Mister Master It Is. What Can I Do For You? (asmodeus)

He Was Through Playing Games. When It Came To Soteria, He Had No Sense Of Humor Whatsoever. Anyone Who Threatened Her, Ended Their Life. It Was That Simple.

I’m Stuck Fighting. (acheron) You’re Stuck Fighting. But You’re Welcome To Come Share My Beach Any Time You Get Tired Of The Brawl. (savitar) Save Me A Spot. If This Blows Up In My Face, I’ll Be Back With My Tail Forever Tucked Between My Legs. (acheron)

Fang Laughed As He Shoved Vane Away 'man, Quit Hugging On Me. You Are A Perv." Vane Punched Him In The Arm. "you're Such An A**hole," Trace Gasped. "daddy Said A Bad Word!" Fang Said "you Tell Him Pup. Keep Your Daddy Straight.