Save Me, Shahara. Save Me From The

We Ought Not To Decide Hastily Against The Words Of An Act Of Parliament.

You Know, I’ve Had A Really Wonderful Night Tonight. I Got To Tell Kyrian And Julian That Valerius Is In Town And Spent, Oh I Don’t Know, Three, Four Hours Trying To Keep Them From Going After The Roman. Then, Just When I Could Relax And Do My Job, I Find Out There Are Daimons In The Swamp And No Talon To Kill Them. And Why Wasn’t Talon Here? Because Tarzan Was Swinging Off A Balcony To Save Jane From Cheetah. Now All I Can Do Is Stand Here And Say, Next Fiasco, Please, Right This Way. (acheron)

Any More Bitching From The Geriatric Crew? What A Bunch Of Old Women. Should I Hire Another Crewmate To Change Your Bed Diapers While I’m At It? Next Time I’ll Let The League Have You. Vik, I’m Relinquishing Control Back To You. (devyn) It’s What I Live For. By The Way, Ye Organic Life Forms Aren’t The Only Ones Who’ve Soiled Themselves. Can I Have A Minute To Attend My Needs, Captain Asshole? (vik)

The Dead Won’t Hurt You, Shahara. Only The Living Can Do That. (syn)

Nick, Fetch My Car, Fetch My Clothes, Sweep The Chimney, Make My Bed, Watch My Psychopath, Fetch My Slippers.’ Yeah, I’ll Fetch Those Slippers And Stick Them Someplace Real Uncomfortable. I Swear, My Mother Should Have Named Me Fido. (nick)