Better To Be Judged By Twelve Than

Turn Yourself Over To Aksel, And I Might Let Her Go. (arast) Yeah, Right. And I’m A One-legged Dung Dealer. (nykyrian)

I Know I’m Charonte And We Defer To Our Females, But You Have To Respect The Fact That I’m Charonte And We Protect Our Females To The End. You Be My Female. I Be Protecting. (xedrix)

In My Day We Let The Wolfswans Incapable Of Birthing Our Young Die. (markus) Then It’s A Good Thing We’re In The Twenty-first Century And Not The Dark Ages, Isn’t It? (fang)

I Fell Out Of The Hammock While I Was Sleeping. (arik) On Your Head? (geary) Apparently. Good Thing It’s Hard, Huh? (arik)

We’ve Come To Kill Zarek Of Moesia, And If You Get In Our Way, Little Girl, We’re Going To Kill You. (otto) I’ll Be Damned. He Speaks. Or Rather Growls. (jess) But Not For Long If He Doesn’t Watch His Mouth. For The Record, Squire, It Would Take More Man Than You To Even Scratch Me. (syra) I Live For A Woman Who Scratches. Just Make Sure You Keep It On The Back, Baby. I Don’t Like Scars. (otto)