Yes, And For The Record,

Tell Him To Leave Me Alone, Astrid. Else I’ll Have To Barbecue Him And Make Akri Angry At Me. I Don’t Want To Make Akri Angry. (simi) Simi? Is That You? (astrid) Yes. C’est Moi. The Little Demon With Hornays. (simi)

We’re Looking For Anything To Do With The Rod Of Time. (sin) Rod Of Time, Forsaken Moon, Tablet Of Destiny…you Sumerians Really Liked Your Hokey Terms, Huh? (kat) They Didn’t Exactly Ask My Opinion Before They Named Them. (sin) Good, ‘cause My Estimation Of Your Intellect Would Be Seriously Scarred If They Had. (kat)

Okay, Gimmi A Kiss And I’ll Go. (simi) Not In Front Of The Hunter, Simi. (acheron) The Simi Wants A Kiss, Akri. I’ll Wait All Century. You Know I Will. (simi)

He Won’t Last Long, Akri. Thanatos Is Barbecue. And I Like My Barbecue. Just Tell Me How You Want Him, Akri, Normal Recipe Or Extra Crispy. I’m Partial To Extra Crispy Myself. They Crunch Louder When Deep-fried. Reminds Me, I Need Some Bread Crumbs. (simi)

So How Do You Know Him? (shahara) I Knocked On His Door One Day And Said, ‘hi, I’m Here To Rob You. Hope You Don’t Mind. Oh, And By The Way, Will You Be My Friend?’ (syn)