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What Are You? (danger) Well, Had You Listened Before You Stabbed Me, You Would Have Heard The ‘i’m Acheron’s Squire’ Part. Apparently That Somehow Escaped Your Hearing And You Mistook Me For A Pin Cushion. (alexion)

(the Baby Sneezed. Wulf Jumped As Fire Shot Out Of Its Nostrils And Almost Singed His Leg.) Excuse Me. I Almost Made Dark-hunter Barbecue, Which Would Be Really Sad ‘cause I Ain’t Got No Barbecue Sauce With Me. (simi)

You Were Impaled? (delphine) You Know The Worst Part About Impalement? You Don’t Die Immediately. You Hang On Bleeding And Aching As The Spike Works Its Way Slowly Through Your Body Until It Pierces Some Major Organ. Pray To The Gods You Worship That You Never Know What That Feels Like. (jericho)

Hey. (she Took His Chin In Her Hand So That She Could Move His Head Back And Forth While She Examined Him.) You’re Hurting In There. That Would Make Akri Very Sad. He Doesn’t Like For His Dark-hunters To Hurt And The Simi Don’t Like It When Akri Is Sad. Why Are You Hurt? (simi)

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)