Lucifer’s hairy ball sack! You’ve become a morlock.

He also deeply distrusts vampires, as you had guessed yourself,” Bones added. “Aside from that, all I heard was enough repetitions of ‘how many chucks could a woodchuck chuck’ to make me want to stake myself.

There's nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story.

Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.

Some things are worth the cost of their consequences.

I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank.

Guess the honeymoon is over!" Denise muttered once we are outside. "Next I suppose I'll be sleeping in the wet spot.