Better To Be Judged By Twelve Than

How Many Demons And People Are Enslaved Here? (jericho) Define Slavery. (asmodeus) Kept Against Their Will. (jericho) Good Definition. Counting Me? (asmodeus) Why Not? (jericho) Probably A Couple Of Million…you Know It’s Really Hard To Count To A Million, Plus They’re Always Dying And New Ones Are Coming In. I Tried To Count Once, But It Got Really Depressing So I Stopped. The Constant Adding And Subtracting. Not My Forte, Really. (asmodeus)

Did You Get Hungry And Eat My Colleagues?

Actually, It’s My Younger Brother Who Has Me Ticked, But Since You Brought Up The Boyfriend Thing, Take My Advice; Be The Black Widow. Find A Guy, Have Fun With Him, Then Eviscerate Him In The Morning Before He Can Brag About It To His Friends. (chrissy)

One Of You Guys Is Going To Have To Feed The Vampiric Lawyer Some Blood And It Can’t Be Me. (caleb) Why? You Afraid Of A Little Bite? I’m Anemic. (nick) And I’m Catholic. Doesn’t That Knock Me Out Of The Running? (nick)

Why Did You Hit Him? (grace) Because It Gave Me A Great Deal Of Pleasure. (julian) Nice. You Haven’t Seen Me In What, Two Thousand Years? So, Instead Of A Friendly, Brotherly Hug, I Get Slugged. (eros)