Baby, I Ain't Trash. Trash

My Son Has Few Friends And Even Fewer Who Know Him For What He Is. So Long As You Protect Him, You Live. Sumerian Or Not. But If You Prove False In Anything You’ve Said Here Today, I Will Bring A Wrath Down On You So Sever That You Will Spend Eternity Trying To Dig Out Your Own Brains To Alleviate The Pain Of It. (apollymi)

Funny How Internal Scars Never Healed. They Were The Souvenirs Of The Past.

Look, I Don’t Care What The Ooga-boogas Do. It Sounds Like They Need A Family Counselor, Not A Sniper. (steele) They’re Not Ooga-boogas, They’re Uhbukistanis. (syd) Whatever. My Personal Belief Is That We Should Leave Ooga-booga Land To The Oomp-loompas. Let Them Fight It Out With The Snozzwangers, Wangdoogles, And The Mean Vermicious Knids. I’d Rather Go Peal Carrots With A Spoon. (steele)

Can You Just Saw His Arm Off While We're Here And Get Me Loose? (amanda) I Could Do That, But He Needs His More. I'd Cut Yours Off Before I Did His. (tate) Oh, Great, What Are You, His Igor? (amanda) Wrong Movie, Igor Was Frankenstein's Flunky. Renfield Is The One You're Thinking Of, And No, I'm Not Renfield. Name's Tate Bennett. Parish Coroner. (tate)

How Can I Ever Trust You? (acheron) You Can’t. But I Have Lived Inside Your Memories For The Last Three Years. I Know The Pain You Hide. I Know The Pain I Caused. If I Stay Here, I Will Go Mad From The Screams. If I Return To The Vanishing Isle, I’ll Languish There Alone And In Time I Will Probably Learn To Hate You All Over Again. I Don’t Want To Hate You Anymore, Acheron. You Are A God Who Can Control Human Fate. Is It Not Possible That There Was A Reason Why We Were Joined Together? Surely The Fates Meant For Us To Be Brothers. (styxx)