What I Like To Believe, And What

Please, By All The Blessed Saints And Their Bladders, Tell Me You Two Didn’t…have You Lost All Semblance Of Intelligence? (syn)

I’m So Sorry! Are You Okay? (shahara) Other Than The Fact That I Feel Like My Rib Just Punctured A Lung, Sure, I’m All Right. (syn)

You'd Be Surprised How Many People In The Modern Age No Longer Fear Zombies As Much As Teletubies.

Without A Word Or Hesitation, Pain Took The Mop From Nick. Suffering Moved To Pick Up Glass. "wow. Where Have You Two Been All My Life?" Pain Quirked And Eyebrow As He Mopped The Floor. "walking Hand In Hand With You. Haven't You Noticed?

Where Are My Guards? (wulf) Oh, One Is Right Here, But He’s Not Feeling Very Talkative. Death Has A Way Of Making Even The Chattiest Of People Rather Quite. As For The Other…he’s…oh, Wait, Dead Now. (stryker)