Tell Him What? Kat’s A Raging Nymphomaniac.

Grace? Are You Tipsy? (selena) Maybe Just Comfortably Toasty. Pop Tart Toasty. (grace)

(the Baby Sneezed. Wulf Jumped As Fire Shot Out Of Its Nostrils And Almost Singed His Leg.) Excuse Me. I Almost Made Dark-hunter Barbecue, Which Would Be Really Sad ‘cause I Ain’t Got No Barbecue Sauce With Me. (simi)

Ryssa? How Do You Know Her Name Was Ryssa? (tory) Uh…i Don’t. I Just Gave Her A Name. It Seemed More Polite Than Calling Her ‘hey, You, Ancient Chick.’ (acheron)

Wake Up, Astrid. Your Psychotic Criminal Is Playing With Knives. (sasha)

There Are Some Things That Defy Explanation- Kind Of Like. . . You Know, You.