I got a shotgun and a backhoe and no one looks under a septic tank for a dead body. (Bubba)

That which doesn’t kill us just requires a few centuries of therapy. (Caleb) Yeah, and usually a lot of Tylenol. (Nick)

Dammit, Vik. How can you not know what’s wrong with this thing? Can’t you commune with it or something? (Devyn) My name is not ‘Dammit, Vik’ and I find it ironic that you think I can commune with all metal beings when you can barely communicate your point of view to your own parents. And they birthed you. I did not give birth to this ship. Last time I checked, I was male and that would be impossible on a multitude of levels. (Vik)

They attacked you? (Danger) No, I beat my own self up. What do you think? (Keller)

This one’s easy to use. The pointy end goes into their body. (Liza)

Do y’all have enough stun guns for them? (Madaug) Does a bear defecate rurally? What kind of question is that for someone who owns the biggest gun store in town? Of course I got plenty. I got enough Tasers to light up New York City AND Boston just for giggles. (Bubba)

No misery or bad situation is ever infinite or final until we make a conscious decision for it to be so. ~ Inferno