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Tell Him To Leave Me Alone, Astrid. Else I’ll Have To Barbecue Him And Make Akri Angry At Me. I Don’t Want To Make Akri Angry. (simi) Simi? Is That You? (astrid) Yes. C’est Moi. The Little Demon With Hornays. (simi)

Life's Not Easy For Anyone. Everyone Has Scars They're Afraid To Show And We All Get Slammed Headfirst Into A Proverbial Locker From Time To Time By Someone Bigger And Badder.

Acheron Kissed Her Lightly On The Cheek. "rest. We'll Be Back When He Needs You." He Watched Her Climb Into Bed Before He Took His Nephew Down To His Room. "well, It Appears To Be Just The Two Of Us, Little One. What Say You We Get Naked, Drunk And Find Us Some Wenches?" The Baby Actually Smiled Up At Him As If He Understood. Acheron Nodded. "so That's It, Eh? Barely A Month Old And You're Already Lecherous. You Are Your Father's Son.

(zarek Slammed His Combined Fists Down Across Thanatos’s Back.) If Anyone Has Any Suggestions On How To Kill This Guy, I’m Open To It. (zarek) I’m Out Of Dynamite. You Got Any Grenades? (jess) Not On Me. (zarek) Say Die, Dark-hunter. (thanatos) Fine. Die, Why Don’t You? (zarek)

Personally, I Wish D. Would Come After Me, I Need A Good Dance Partner. My Daimons Have Lame Legs. (acheron)