Give it to 'em!" Take 'em down!" First Aleran!" Kick their furry--" Assault formation!

Bob wasn't precisely a friend to me but... I was used to him. In a way he was family, the mouthy, annoying, irritable cousin who was always insulting you but who was definitely at Thanksgiving dinner. I had never considered the possibility that one day he might be something else.

A succubus on the set. Strike that, the health-conscious kid sister made it two… succubuses. Succubusees? Succubi? Stupid Latin correspondence course.

No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can't slack off either, or they'll outwork us.

I don't have a muse. I have a mortgage.

I am blind and limited. I would be a fool think myself wise. And so, not knowing what the universe means, I can only try to be responsible with the knowledge, the strength, and the time given to me. I must be true to my heart.

...as nervous as a bird in a coal mine.