Good Grief, Fury, Warn Me If You’re

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)

He Had Fangs. So What? Plenty Of Things Not A Dark-hunter Have Fangs, Including Hollywood Actors And Kids Playing Vampire. You Should Have Checked His Membership Card Before You Attacked. Good Grief, What If You’d Run Across A Masquerade Group?” – Sundown

You Make One Tiny Variable And So Help Me, I’ll Have You Slaughtered Where You Sit. (kiefer) He’s Just Such A Nice Man. (nykyrian)

Oh, Goodie! I Get To Make The Redheaded Goddess Mad! (simi)

Then You’re Going To Stay In That Net Until Eternity Comes To Pass. (sin) Well, That’s Really Intelligent, Isn’t It? What Are You Going To Do? Put Drinks On Me Or Just Use Me As A Conversation Piece Whenever Friends Come Over? And Let’s Not Even Think About What’s Going To Happen When I Need To Use The Restroom, Shall We? I Hope You Have A Standing Order At Sofa Express. (kat)