How Do You Do That?

Not Half As Much As I’d Miss Me If You Killed Me. (he Blinked Like A Girl And Leaned Against Ash’s Shoulder.) Please Don’t Hurt Me, Ash. Please. I Don’t Want To Die While I’m Still A Virgin. At Least Let Me Get Laid Before You Kill Me – Which According To My Mom I Can’t Do Until I’m Married And I Can’t Do That Until I Finish College. So You Have To Wait A Good Ten Years Before You Snuff Me. Deal? (nick)

I Warn You Now. Anything Happens To My Mate Or My Son, We Will Hunt You Down And Rip You Into So Many Pieces They’ll Never Find All Of You. (vane)

Sasha Growled Low In His Throat. "send The Wolf To Watch Them," He Mocked In Falsetto. His Nostrils Flared. "i Swear Z, If I Live, I'm Going To Rip That Damned Goatee Off Your Face And Stick Your Shaving Cream In The Fridge.

Can You Just Saw His Arm Off While We're Here And Get Me Loose? (amanda) I Could Do That, But He Needs His More. I'd Cut Yours Off Before I Did His. (tate) Oh, Great, What Are You, His Igor? (amanda) Wrong Movie, Igor Was Frankenstein's Flunky. Renfield Is The One You're Thinking Of, And No, I'm Not Renfield. Name's Tate Bennett. Parish Coroner. (tate)

You Really Turning Mercenary On Your Favorite Older Brother? (dev) No. I Would Never Do That To Alain. (aimee) Ouch! Bearswan Got ‘tude. (dev)