As The Great Poet Wrote, ‘to Thine

You Are Such An Optimist. My Spidey-sense Is Tingling All Over The Place. (tory) That’s From Eating The Ice Cream. Relax. (acheron) Relax. Trust Me. It’ll Be All Right. Isn’t That How I Ended Up Dead? (danger) Stop Feeding Her Anxiety. (acheron) Anxiety. The Simi’s Never Eaten That Before. Is That Tasty? (simi) Not Really. (danger) Oh. Maybe We Should Put Barbecue Sauce On It. Everything’s Better With Barbecue. (simi)

Sweetie, In Our World, Fair’s Got Nothing To Do With Anything. He Who Has The Greatest Power Wins. It’s Why We’re All Willing To Kill Each Other Off Without Flinching. (solin)

So You’re Telling Me That Right Now I’m Responsible For Acheron’s Beloved Pet And The Favorite Sister Of The Fates? (zarek) Tell Fang-boy I’m Not A Pet. If He Doesn’t Take A Nicer Tone To Me, He’s Going To Be Really Sorry. (simi)

I Have You Here. Why Shouldn’t I Be Pleased? (stryker) I Can Think Of A Million Reasons, Starting With The Fact That I Want To Kill You More Than I Want To Breathe. As For The Others, Would You Prefer Them In Order Of Importance Or Alphabetically? (zephyra)

Look, I Don’t Care What The Ooga-boogas Do. It Sounds Like They Need A Family Counselor, Not A Sniper. (steele) They’re Not Ooga-boogas, They’re Uhbukistanis. (syd) Whatever. My Personal Belief Is That We Should Leave Ooga-booga Land To The Oomp-loompas. Let Them Fight It Out With The Snozzwangers, Wangdoogles, And The Mean Vermicious Knids. I’d Rather Go Peal Carrots With A Spoon. (steele)