A Pox On Both His Testicles! (esperetta)

(his Heart Clenched As She Made A Kissing Noise To Him Then Handed The Phone Back To Vane. Gods, How He Loved That Woman.) Ahh, Tally, Me Lub You Too. (vane) Shut Up, Crotch-sniffer. You’re Not Allowed To Make Lovey Noises At Me, Only My Honey Is. (talon)

And You, My Best Friend On Earth, My Soul Sister Who Shares Chunky Monkey Scoops And Beefcake E-mails At The Drop Of A Hat, The Woman Who Made Me Wear A Frothy, Ruffled Lime-colored Bridesmaid Dress That Added Fifteen Pounds To My Hips, Are Going To Spill Your Guts To Me, Aren’t You? (sunshine) No Fair And The Dress Wasn’t Lime, It Was Mint. (selena) It Was Lime-icky Green And I Looked Like A Sick Pistachio. (sunshine)

Yeah. And Savitar Predates Him. He Has Presided Over This Council Since The Very Beginning, And Notice, Savitar Looks About Thirty. We Don’t Know What He Is, But He Ain’t One Of Us And He Ain’t Human. And Trust Me, You Don’t Want To Mess With Him. (paris) Thank You For That Highly Unamusing Summation. Next Time I Have Insomnia, I Know Who To Call. In The Meantime, Little Lioness Who Would Probably Like To Live Another Year, Don’t Interrupt Me Again. I Don’t Like It And I Tend To Kill The Things I Don’t Like. (savitar)

My Father Is The Harbinger Of Death And Destruction. My Grandmother The Great Destroyer. My Mother Is The Goddess Of The Hunt. I Think I’ll Be Okay. (kat) Yeah, You Do Have The History Of Absolute Terror And Cruelty In Your Veins. (sin) Remember That If You Ever Come Between Me And My Chocolate Bar. (kat)

Even If He Doesn’t Eat, He Knows The Cookies. I’ll Bet His Mother Stuffed Him Full As A Kid. (tory) Not Really. My Mom Wasn’t The Betty Crocker Kind. (acheron) (not Unless It Involved Napalm Or Plagues.)