Who are you talking to?โ โ Morty โStill in the kitchen, arenโt I? Guess I need to keep walking. Oh, look! Yonder is the door, which Iโm going to make use of right now.โ โ Nick
Sherrilyn Kenyon(Unsure if she should laugh or groan, Astrid held fast to the tank before her as Zarek pushed the snowmachine to the limits. It vibrated so badly that she half-expected it to disintegrate underneath them.) Capโn, I donโt think sheโll hold. The warp engines canโt take any more. Itโs going to blow apart. (Astrid)
Sherrilyn KenyonHow much longer will I live? (Urian) Youโre immortal, barring death. (Acheron) That doesnโt make sense. (Urian) Most of life doesnโt. (Acheron)
Sherrilyn KenyonI have you here. Why shouldnโt I be pleased? (Stryker) I can think of a million reasons, starting with the fact that I want to kill you more than I want to breathe. As for the others, would you prefer them in order of importance or alphabetically? (Zephyra)
Sherrilyn KenyonMenoeceus is a great name. (Astrid) For an old man or a feminine hygiene product. Not for my son. And next time I get to name the kid and it wonโt be something that sounds like meningitis. (Zarek) You keep that up and next time youโll be the one birthing it, and donโt mess with me, bucko, I have connections in that department. A pregnant man is not an impossibility in my neighborhood. (Astrid)
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