You’re Not Weird, Are You? (jack) Not

You Missed With Me So Close? What? You Failed Your Assassin Training Classes? Did You Even Bother To Show Up? Or Are You Just That Incompetent? (syn)

A Woman After My Own Heart. (stryker) You’re Absolutely Right About That. Nothing Would Please Me More Than Ripping That Organ Out Of You And Feasting On It. (zephyra)

Better To Be Judged By Twelve Than Carried By Six

What Are You? (a Daimon) Oh Please, Let Me Give You The Job Description. Me, Dark-hunter. You, Daimon. I Hit, You Bleed. I Kill, You Die. (zarek)

Yes, He’s Like A Rash For Which There’s No Cure. It Only Goes Away For A Bit Before Returning Unexpectedly To Ruin Every Pleasurable Experience. He Should Have Been Named Herpes Rather Than Zt. Or Maybe Just Herpes Z, Since He’s A Very Special Irritant. (arik)