Yeah, You Were Doing A Real Bang-up

What Do You Want From Me?” – Nick “normally, It’d Be Your Life And Your Soul. Unfortunately, I Can’t Take Either Right Now. Sucks To Be Me Today.” – Death

Good Lord, Woman. Didn’t Anyone Ever Tell You That Men Have A Specified Word Count Set Aside Each Day And If I Don’t Stop Talking, My Tongue Will Explode? (syn)

...it Is By Our Actions That We Are Destroyed Or Saved. The Choice Is Ours.

Menoeceus Is A Great Name. (astrid) For An Old Man Or A Feminine Hygiene Product. Not For My Son. And Next Time I Get To Name The Kid And It Won’t Be Something That Sounds Like Meningitis. (zarek) You Keep That Up And Next Time You’ll Be The One Birthing It, And Don’t Mess With Me, Bucko, I Have Connections In That Department. A Pregnant Man Is Not An Impossibility In My Neighborhood. (astrid)

Don’t You Have Something To Do? (sin) If Not For The Fact It Would Result In Your Breaking Every Bone In My Body And Making Me Cry For Mommy, I’d Be Calling Some Cops. As It Stands, I Think My Neck Is Best Served By Trying To Talk Sense Into You. (kish)