I Just Can’t, Nick, Okay?

I Really Hate Squires. (syra) (she Pulled Another Flat Bolt Out And Loaded It, Then Shot It At Otto. Moving So Fast He Could Hardly Be Seen, The Squire Turned Around And Caught It Without Flinching. He Held The Bolt Up To His Nose And Inhaled It Lovingly.) Mmm. Rose. My Favorite. (otto) Perhaps We Should Leave You Two Alone. (jess) Yeah, This Does Remind Me A Bit Of The Mating Rites Of The Mean And The Surly. (allen)

Uh, Folks, I Think That’s Our Boat Trying To Kill Us. (scott)

The Liberty Of The Press Is Dear To England; The Licentiousness Of The Press Is Odious To England: The Liberty Of It Can Never Be So Well Protected As By Beating Down The Licentiousness.

I Miss The Good Old Days When Daimons Were Warriors And Combat Trained. The Ones I Found Tonight Knew Nothing About Fighting, And I’m Sick Of The Whole ‘my Gun Will Solve All’ Mentality. (wulf)

The Dead Won’t Hurt You, Shahara. Only The Living Can Do That. (syn)