Happiness Is German Engineering, Italian Cooking, And

Much Awkwardness Ensued.

When We Got To The Moron Who Was Sitting In The Only Path To The Stairway, Adam Caught My Waist And Lifted Me Over Before Stepping Over The Man Himself. “scott?” Adam Said As We Headed Upstairs. “yeah?” “unless Someone Shoots You, Skins You, And Throws The Results On The Floor, I Don’t Want To See You Lying In The Walkway Again.” “yessir!

I Am Not Attempting To Preserve Culture, Or Record Actual Events Or Stories. Instead I Bow My Head In Gratitude To Those Storytellers Who Have Gone Before And Paved A Way For Me Play In Their Stomping Grounds. Doubtless Those Who Want To Be Offended, Will - Allowing Me To Make Them Happy, Too, Which Pleases Me As Much As It Pleases Them.

Taking Out Werewolves, I Gather And Surmise, Is Akin To Taking Out A Seal Team.

It's Only Fair To Warn You That You Sealed Your Fate Tonight. When You Knew You Were In Trouble, You Came To Me. That Makes Twice, Mercy, And Twice Is Almost As Good As A Declaration. You Are Mine Now... Ben Says You Might Run. If You Do, I Will Find You And Bring You Back. Every Time You Run, Mercy. I Won't Force You, But... I Won't Leave Or Let You Leave Either. If You Can Fight That Cursed Fairy Drink, You Can Certainly Overcome Any Advantage Being An Alpha Gives Me If You Really Want To. No More Excuses, Mercy. You Are Mine, And I Am Keeping You.