Mind Control Won't Work On Those Who

I’m Turning Into An Old Woman. Might As Well Start Knitting And Bitching About Soap Operas, Gas Prices, And Rude Drivers.” – Sundown

I'm Not Human, Ms. Deveraux. In Case You Haven't Noticed, I'm One Of The Damned. (valerius) Baby, Open Your Eyes And Look Around. We're All Damned In One Way Or Another. But Damned Is A Far Cry From Dead. And You Live Like You're Dead. (tabitha) I'm That, Too. (valerius)

My Niceness Has A Very Low Threshold And That Little Girl Just Sucked It Dry, So Don’t Push Me, Olympain. I Don’t Want So Much As A Single Atlantean Stone Overturned. Guard It With Your Life Because The Next Time I Come Here, That’s The Price I’m Going To Demand For Your Incompetence. (zt) Nice Talking To You, Zt. I So Look Forward To Your Visits. Next Time We’ll Do Pastries, ‘kay? (kat)

So…that’s Like Your Pet Monkey?” – Nick (the Tiny Horse Snorted Flames And Whinnied At Him.) “easy, Girl. You’d Do Well To Show Her Respect. She Can Understand You, And She Doesn’t Take Well To Insults.” – Death “sorry, Flicka. Didn’t Mean To Rattle Your Bridle.” – Nick

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)