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Theresa Strode Over To Us In A Swish Of Cloth. "enough Of This, Animator. He Can't Do It, So He Pays The Price. Either Leave Now, Or Join Us At Our...feast." Are You Having Rare Who-roast-beast?" I Asked. What Are You Talking About?" It's From Dr. Seuss, How The Grinch Stole Christmas. You Know The Part, 'and They'd Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! They Would Feast On Who-pudding And Rare Who-roast-beast.'" You Are Crazy." So I've Been Told.

He Had This Old Southern Idea Of What A Lady Should Be. A Lady Should Not Carry A Gun And Spend Most Of Her Time Covered In Blood And Corpses. I Had Two Words For That Attitude. Yeah, Those Are The Words.

Oh, No, A Leopard Blew Up And Plastered Itself All Over Everything, But Hey, Animal Print Was In This Year.

If You Fear Nothing, Then You Are Not Brave. You Are Merely Too Foolish To Be Afraid.

I Hate Being Awake At Three In The Morning. It Is The Godforsaken Heart Of Darkness When The Body Runs Slow, And The Brain Runs Slower, And All You Want To Do Is Sleep. But I Had Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Could Sleep. Or At Least A Couple Of Miracles To Perform Before I Could Go To Bed.