Have You Ever Heard Of The Expression,

We’re Multigenerational Squires. (carl) Which Means What? You Prance Around With Tinfoil Armor And Plastic Swords Pretending To Be Knights? (nick)

And I Flunked Anger Management The Moment I Put The Counselor Through A Stone Wall. You Might Want To Keep That In Mind. [thorn]

How Many More Are There Like You? (maggie) Enough To Make The Cast Of A Cecil B. Demille Film Look Like A Two-man Opera. (wren)

I Don’t Need Friends. All They Do Is Eat Your Food, Drink Your Beer, Then Spew Your Secrets The First Time You Do Something That Displeases Them. No Offense, But When You Have As Many Enemies As I Do, You Keep Your Secrets Under Lock And Key. (solin)

Well, Lord Debonair And Lady Lethal, If We Can Have A Minute Of Your Time, We Do Have A Psycho To Hunt. (allen) (jess Glared Over His Shoulder At Allen, But Before He Could Comment, Syra Shot Another Bolt From Her Crossbow. Allen Went Flying And Landed Flat On His Back In The Snow. Syra Walked Over To Him And Stared Down.) I Don’t Particularly Like Squires And I Really Hate The Blood Rites. So Save Yourself Some Pain And Don’t Speak To Me Again. (syra)