I’m So Sorry! Are You Okay? (shahara)

And You Plan To Do This Alone? You Think A Lot Of Yourself, Don’t You Animal? (stone) Oh, Punk, Please. Believe Me, When Dealing With Wusses Like You Who Have To Gang Up On A Kid To Feel Powerful, I Don’t Need Any Help. (fang)

I Accept You As You Are, And I Will Always Hold You Close In My Heart. I Will Walk Beside You Forever. (fang)

You Look So Out Of Your Element. (savitar) I Am Out Of My Element. Much Like You In A Seattle Goth Club. (acheron) I’m Never Out Of My Element, Atlantean. And It Must Be Dire Indeed To Get You In Shorties, And On A Board. One Day I’m Actually Going To Get You To Say ‘rad Four-mill Steamer, Dude! (savitar)

Yeah, Well, I’ll Be Glad To Birth It If It Means I Can Name Him Something Normal. (zarek) Yeah, Yeah. This From A Man Who Whines Like A Two-year-old When He Stubs His Toe. I’d Like To See You Survive Ten Hours Of Childbirth. (astrid)

I’ve Even Delivered A Few Of Their Babies. (wulf) Really? (cassandra) Oh, Yeah. You Have To Love The Days Before Modern Roads, And Hospitals When I Was Up To My Elbows In Placenta. (wulf)