Perhaps I just wasn't scary enough. Maybe I should invest in some horns or fangs.

The decorator of Las Colimas must have been a great admirer of both early Aztec and late Taco Bell architectural styles.

Great, now I’ve turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said.

You're not going to die?" "Not right this minute." And of course, saying something like that usually resulted in immediate dying. I braced myself for a stray meteorite falling through the roof to crush my skull.

If I lost him here, to this idiotic fight, after I fought and guarded him for two weeks, after I cried and thought he was dying, I would find him in the afterlife and I would murder him again.

I think I've been rather reasonable about this whole situation." "How do you figure?" "They are still breathing, aren't they?

Is there anything else you need to tell me?” Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. “No.