“The shit's gonna splatter. Start buggin' yo.”

“The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..."Mencheres to Cat”

“Then you remember the dream,” Mencheres stated. “That bodes ill.” The fear of that made my reply snappy. “Hey, Walks Like An Egyptian, how about for once you drop the formal stuff and talk like you live in the twenty-first century?” The shit’s gonna splatter, start buggin’, yo,” Mencheres responded instantly. I stared at him, then burst out laughing, which was highly inappropriate considering the very grave warning he’d just conveyed.”

“Shit. I hated her already, and we hadn’t even met.”

“Got any stock tips?” I couldn’t help but ask. “The government doesn’t pay shit forsalary.”

“I know Sir. The tower order them not to land, but they said an English man got on thw wire and said to shut it or he'd beat the seven shades of shit out of him”

“No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad”