Don’t Worry, We’re Not Letting Her Out

Power, True Power, Comes From Within. Not Without. (nick)

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)

Didn’t Your Mother Ever Tell You The Only Way To Kill Us Is To Cut Us Into Pieces? You Should Have Brought A Wood Chipper Instead Of A Gun. (wulf)

I’m Sorry. I Was Just Thinking Of That Stupid Song, ‘seasons In The Sun.’ You Know, ‘we Had Joy, We Had Fun, We Had Seasons In The Sun.’ Good Grief, I Should Be A Mental Patient. (cassandra) You Have More Strength Than Any Warrior I Have Known. Don’t Ever Apologize To Me Again For Those Few Times When You Show Your Fear To Me, Cassandra. (wulf)

You Must Be The Brother. I Hope So, I'm Wearing His Pants.