You Freaking, Flippin’, Moronic Frat Boy!

For The Record, Do I Know Anyone Not A Demon Or A Freak?” – Nick “yes, You Do. Not Sure If Bubba And Mark Go Into The Latter Or Not, Though. I’m Too Tired To Mentally Categorize Them. You Figure It Out, And I’ll Go With Your Dewey Decimal.” – Caleb

Look At His Hair. He Looks Like His Father. (cassandra) He Has Your Lungs. (wulf) Oh, Please! (cassandra) Trust Me. Every Apollite Here Knows That My Parents Were Unmarried At My Birth, And That If You Survive The Night, You Plan On Making Me A Eunuch. (wulf)

Next Time I’ll Just Send The Three Of You E-mails. What Was I Thinking When I Decided To Have This Meeting? (acheron) Oh, I Know. That Men Who Are A Couple Of Thousand Years Old Could Actually Behave Like Grownups? (nick) (zarek Elbowed Nick In The Stomach.) Oops. Involuntary Arm Spasm. (zarek)

Stop It. This Is Serious! (selena) Serious? Please. I’m Standing Out Here On My Twenty-ninth Birthday, Barefoot And In Jeans My Mother Would Burn, Holding A Stupid Book To My Chest In An Effort To Summon A Greek Love-slave From The Great Beyond. (grace)

Then You’re Going To Stay In That Net Until Eternity Comes To Pass. (sin) Well, That’s Really Intelligent, Isn’t It? What Are You Going To Do? Put Drinks On Me Or Just Use Me As A Conversation Piece Whenever Friends Come Over? And Let’s Not Even Think About What’s Going To Happen When I Need To Use The Restroom, Shall We? I Hope You Have A Standing Order At Sofa Express. (kat)