I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

Well, what did you have for lunch?” I snapped. “Surely that’s not top secret superhero information.” “Steak with mashed potatoes and a side salad,” Striker replied. “And a piece of chocolate cheesecake for dessert.” I gave up on conversation after that. I was too jealous of the cheesecake to continue.

I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.

Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.

The band geek has liquor?