Why the rifle? Everybody knows you can’t shoot.” Who were these everybodies and would they like to stand in front of me, preferably within ten feet, so I could discuss this issue in greater detail.

Bad days, good days, ‘I’ll cut you if you look at me the wrong way’ days. I’ll take them all.

The kid was so handsome, he almost looked unreal.

You said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.

He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.

He joked while Dali cut him, mangling the words with his monstrous jaws, snarled with a pretended rage and dramatically promised to "kirrrl youraaalll for this!

It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.